Waiting on the End/We Are the Beginning: (W.)W.o.m.B.
Waiting on you…
waiting on you to lead me into greatness…
waiting for the day you thank me
for sharing my truths with you…
waiting for time to stand still…
waiting…
waiting for a part of me to be perceived by you…
waiting for golden rays to flow fully through my body,
filling me up with the most wholly of joys
exceeding the ecstasies
that I’ve perceived in my most sensitive parts….
waiting for chasing god to end…
When shall the misery of waiting cease?
When shall the mightiest of waves
wash down the bitters of you?
When will you see me as I am?
When will you no longer compare me
to that which I can never be?
At last,
I have found the end of my sorrows
in the waisted time of waiting.
At last,
I have come to realize,
that it is not
you-who-bends-not-to-my-will
that I await.
At last,
it is me who must blow
when I desire to hear the windpipes
of motion onward
into the majestic bounty of my heart’s song.
Where then,
at last,
does the mockery you make of me end?
Why, of course, to you,
it never shall,
unless your perception of preposterousness
is made my reality…
Today, I say to you, dear dark lord,
there shall be no more bondage to your will.
I wait no more for your approval,
for you know neither my face nor my fortune.
I will never more lie down
as the ass of your stable
to prostitute my wisdom.
No more death shall I birth.
Freedom is home to we.
(W.) — (Wild)
W.o. — Wombmon observing
m.B. — multifaceted Brazenness
© Laquanique Louise Esposito aka L.L.E. or Esposito One Love, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
