do you feel like you’re in the waiting?

hands outstretched but feet firmly

planted?

 

heart thirsty for more, impatient,

you wrestle with soft restraints

and yet they chafe.

 

and every day you wake with

expectation only to encounter

‘stuck’ once again.

 

this pause forced, it does not

of failure speak.

 

do you remember the bear

hibernating in den,

caterpillar cocooned,

bird resting upon nest?

 

it is nine long months before

a woman gives birth.

 

it may go against our grain

in this fast paced place where

we dwell,

 

but there is always

a season that waits.

 

and, when we lash against that

which withholds, we only create

more pain.

 

the waiting may be undesirable,

unwanted

 

but there is always a reason

for this.

 

Heather Pound 2023

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