Waiting

Waiting

Tick Tock, Tick, Tock
Counting down
To an invisible clock

Silence, waiting, by myself
No work to do
Think about nothing else

So far to come; not long to go
Head is whirring
Hardest part not to know

Every twinge, every ache
People’s hopes are at stake
The days come and go
“Still no sign?”
I have to say “No”

When the day comes
Will I know how to feel
A new life in my hands
A different kind of real

2013 Emily Tealady

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