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Whitney Metz
Poems
Feb 2010
Waiting
I feel I’m always waiting
but for what I do not know.
Just something to tell me what to do,
a sign to show me where to go.
I’m waiting for an epiphany,
a realization, an idea.
I’m waiting for an opportunity
a reason, an event,
anything from anywhere
to give me the courage to act,
so that finally I can walk away
without ever looking back.
Walk away from everything I know,
this life that’s always been the same,
move toward a life that’s better or worse
just any kind of change.
But I’ve been waiting for so long
I fear it’s all I know.
I don’t think the sign I’m waiting for
is ever going to show.
This waiting has become too much,
I just can’t stand it anymore.
I feel my life closing in around me,
I hear the lock turning in the door.
If I don’t do something quickly
I know that I’ll never get free,
and I will live like so many do,
a life of miserable mediocrity.
I have to act, to change, to move,
to leave it all behind.
I can’t keep waiting anymore.
I have to see if I can find
a way to make a better life
or at least some life that’s new.
I have to live on my own terms,
and see if I can make it through.
I have to make decisions.
I must stop trying to hide.
Even if I fail completely,
at least I can say I tried.
Written by
Whitney Metz
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