In the Waiting

Feeling trapped in all these situations
Caging in and sealing in the dark
Will I see light again?

Death is in the waiting
In the waiting
Waiting

Thrown down like a lighting bolt
Thrust deep into the wet mud of this earth
Just lie there; drowning.

Pain is in the waiting
In the waiting
Waiting

Wriggling myself free from the things that strangle
So I can breathe freely in the space of your guitar.
Can you feel me singing?

Life is in the waiting
In the waiting
Waiting

I know that I will break free soon
I will breach the surface of this life
I will emerge and I will be free

I will be whole
I will be strong
I will be shading
And I will be me.

Waiting.

– Sunday 11 January 2015

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