lifeloveandfamily

I feel like I’m waiting, in a dark room

But there’s a light behind me

I sit on the floor, just waiting

Wanting so much to be doing something

I feel like someone is at the door, but will not knock

And that un-nerves me

I wait for him to knock-

Will he? Maybe he will not knock

I am waiting for something to feel perfect

But it does not

The room is dark, sometimes cold

It enfolds me, pressing in on me

The darkness dares me to look behind to the light

But condemns me before I know what to do

And I feel lost, in the dark

But not alone

Never alone

Just waiting.

- by Lisa Hudson

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