Morning Wait, Morning Rain, Morning Poet
a poem about women writing when and where we can
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A day without biting my nails
Would be super
It is not always anxiety, sometimes it is just the waiting
Waiting for the words
Waiting for the storm
It has been so long
I grew up with fireflies and spring rains
I grew up with humidity and dirt roads
This place is dry
This place is paved
But sometimes, like maybe right now, sometimes
It rains and sometimes it can even storm
Impatience
In me is rare
I am sorry immediately after the snap (s)
After the eye roll
After the sigh
See the morning is the only time I have to really write
Women have always needed a room of our own
But I bounce between rooms when everyone is awake
Seeing to every need
The rain is here
The rain is here
The words are here
The words are here
There is silence, there is space, there is time
Sometimes we just have to wait
Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium, at Jenny Justice, Writer, and on Patreon. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in the areas of Parenting, Reading, Racism, Education, Poetry, and Climate Change, so far.
