Waiting

 

This poem is about the anguish of waiting for approval from an important person in your life.  All writers know this pain, as do most people who have ever sought the limelight, or tried to attain something controlled by another.

My wish is that they all somehow find validation within, rather than relying on the fickle whims of the outside world.

Casting aside proper English here, I have chosen to use the Southern “waiting on” rather than “waiting for.”  Sounds better.  Enjoy!

 

 

Waiting to be discovered.

Waiting on fields of blue.

Waiting to be discovered,

Waiting on word from you.

 

Waiting to hear your answer,

Waiting on bended knee.

Waiting to learn my future,

Learn, what you think, of me.

 

Wading thru reams of paper,

Wading thru fields of white,

Waiting for inspiration,

Waiting, to sleep the night.

 

Waiting, to end this madness,

Waiting, my whole life through:

Nothing will end this suffering,

Naught, but a word from you.

 

Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew

 

For a poem with an identical first line, about a neglected wallflower, read Anonymous. 

For one on the touching thoughtfulness of others, read A Parting Gift.  For more on writing, check out A Word.