Saturday Poem

The Wake

She was waiting

She was waiting because she wasn’t really ready.

She really really wanted it.

She longed for it so hard it hurt.

Her Soul howled for it with such fierceness

that she had begun to chew ice in the evenings

to quench that wild want.

But she was waiting.

It’s not that she didn’t want to do it.

God knows she really really wanted to.

It the thing she most wanted to do.

Her heart wanted it so badly!

She knew it would make her deeply, fully happy.

But she was waiting.

Waiting to get a better idea of how she could make it happen.

Waiting to get a certificate so that others would know that she could make it happen.

Waiting to perfect her technique to make it happen

more quickly, better, with less effort.

She was waiting to build it better.

Waiting to feel more confident.

Waiting to get the money.

Waiting to get more support.

Waiting to feel when the time was right.

And then she died.

Maria Mar©2014

New York, New York

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