WAITING FOR CHANGE

Stranded…in the middle of somewhere.

Waiting for something I can’t see,

but I know is coming.

I can feel its immense pressure building.

I can feel the shaking ground from its stampede.

I am frozen as a deer in headlights,

unable to move out of its way.

As I open for impact, I am bracing for its impact.

In limbo…in the middle of somewhere.

Waiting for something I can’t see,

but I know is coming.

What shall things be?

What shall become of me?

I do not know the answer to these things.

All I know is I am waiting for change.

 

© 2010 Groshonda McDonald