Waiting
A Poem —
Published in
Apr 6, 2024
Sending out written pieces
Hoping that each one is okay
Without my hand to hold
Swimming as if they are
Mandarin ducks
Traveling across greenish water
Anticipation fills my heart
With clear chalk streams
Praying that my words
Paint a memorable picture
One that will hang
On creations wall
Even when I’m gone
Waiting is exciting but difficult
As long as one of them
Makes it. Gets published.
I will be able to cope
With these silent periods.
Thank you so much for reading. What was the hardest literary decision that you had to hear back about?
