Riled up, out of breath
Lost patience, afraid
Froze to death, tired of waiting

Waiting for his own first step
That will help close the gap
To an answer

The question was
What's the worth of self-worth
If it twists to 'self-worthless'?
Hard to dig out this anchor
With its deep, old root system
That will grow through foundation
Leaving sanity homeless

Three minutes will pass
And storm will be gone
Leaving room for a short affirmation:

'I am smiling and standing,
Both feet on the ground
Eyes wide open
And facing the sound'