waiting


I am told by fate

that I must wait,

and though I understand

it is hard to see

my dream

dangling before me,

and know,

that I must not reach

until it is ready

to fall into my hand.

I must not hurry,

what nature must prepare

with trial,

with growth,

with time,

and I cannot be greedy.

For I know I would not want

what is not ready for my touch,

but it is hard

not to reach,

and hard not to worry

that somehow I will miss the timing

and my dream will fall,

 leave me in tears

 alone.

I know I am being foolish

for I will not miss my chance.

Fate is checking me

for sincerity,

and willingness to learn.

Fate is no fool.

She knows I will not cherish

what I have not struggled

to deserve,

to respect,

to appreciate, and accept.

For you are not perfect

and I must set my eye,

on your imperfections,

as well as your charms,

and learn to like them

for what they are,

and not,

for what they are not.

fate is wise,

but I am impatient.

I wait here

and try

very, very, hard

not to reach

too soon.

I work while I wait

and curse under my breath,

hoping fate does not hear me

but certain she understands.

cause it’s hard

not to reach

and my arm is itching

to try

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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