Whispers of the Waiting Heart
Poetry
In the realm of anticipation, where time stands still,
I find myself caught in the web of waiting, against my will.
A moment suspended, like a fragile butterfly in flight,
Where emotions swirl and thoughts take flight.
There’s a restlessness that lingers in the waiting’s embrace,
A mix of hope and anxiety, a curious chase.
Minutes stretch like an endless road,
As I navigate the labyrinthine corridors of my abode.
I notice the cadence of my heartbeat’s tune,
Pulsating with eagerness, like a whispering monsoon.
Every tick of the clock feels like an eternity,
As I yearn for what lies beyond the horizon’s tapestry.
The world outside dances in its ceaseless flow,
While I am here, trapped in this realm of “soon.”
Nature whispers secrets through the rustling trees,
But my senses are consumed by the waiting disease.
Imagination takes flight, weaving dreams untold,
In the vast expanse of possibility, my heart unfolds.
Visions of triumph and joy, or despair’s bitter sting,
Unfurl-like delicate petals, awaiting the touch of spring.
Amidst the waiting, I ponder on life’s fleeting gleam,
How each passing moment is a stitch in the grand scheme.
I find solace in the knowledge that patience is a virtue,
A bridge that connects me to what I eagerly pursue.
For in the depths of waiting, there lies hidden grace,
A chance to reflect, to find strength in this silent space.
With each breath, I gather courage to carry on,
Embracing the unknown, until the waiting is gone.
And as the hands of time finally, relent,
Revealing the fruits of my wait, so diligent,
I emerge from the cocoon of anticipation’s hold,
Wiser, stronger, with a story to be told.
The feelings I experienced, the lessons I learned,
Are etched in my soul, forever to be discerned.
In the tapestry of life, waiting is but a thread,
A gentle reminder of the journey ahead.
