Waiting
A bubble of emotions,
Blocking the world out,
Just unanswered echoes
And reverberating doubt.
The sun burns,
A flaming flower-kite,
But it can’t stop the tears
That I am forced to fight.
One step closer,
One more fear,
A crescendo of anxiety
That masks the hope that’s near.
Floating through corridors,
Hemmed in by each wall,
Running to the waiting-room
That makes the strong feel small.
An angelic ring of doctors,
Tied around her bed.
Vague fears and wishes
That I was there instead.
Good news,
A brief reprieve,
Her unwritten gravestone,
Thank God, nothing yet to grieve.
