as a young,
fragile girl,
i conjured only
longing poems
wishing girl,
waiting girl
yearning girl–
always searching,
girl
dreaming of a
life and a love
unmatched, she
sat patiently
painting a future
sure to hold heartache,
but never rage,
but never fear
wishing girl,
she knew the day
would come when
her heart would
find it–
the soft place to land,
the hand to hold,
the gentle warmth
of a lover who
wouldn’t keep score–
here, the glory of fate
here, the kindness
she’d been awaiting
fell right into her lap
longing girl, the pain
of existence may still
cut deep into bone
hurt of ghosts past
may still linger
but the future is here.
there’s a soft place
to lay your heavy
head here,
we can rest, Knowing
the future was in us
all we had to do was
stop waiting for it
to come to us