Poetry

Waiting

For my time to come feels like I’ve been waiting in line forever.

When will I stand up, and when I do, will I be strong enough to overcome anything that gets in my way.

Am I growing or standing frozen in the past that doesn’t serve me anymore.

And if so, will I ever move on and leave this phase in my life in the past?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes