Waiting is hard to do when you are impatient.
Time becomes an enemy and stalks you
Like a great horned beast set out to devour your spirit.
Run from the enemy; scramble up a cliff of ice;
Claw upward, up a ladder that reaches into infinity;
But it will not avail you.
You must be patient. You must wait.
Despair seeps in, slithering along the muddy ground,
Leaving dark, slimy stains.
You abhor it; you shiver at its monstrous tail,
But it does not leave you.
It clings to your lungs, making each breath your last.
It wraps its scaled snake body around your heart.
Faster, closer, you gasp in pain as it
Smothers you like water, drowning you, drawing you
Deeper into an abyss of anger.
Trapped! You are trapped like a fly in molasses.
Try to move your legs in the thick syrup.
Frustration. Frustration follows
Behind you and you scream.
Who will listen to you?
Wait. Be patient.
Stuck, you attempt to break free of the abyss,
Only to sink deeper until you are in over your head.
You can't breathe molasses.
Just lie still. Just wait.
No! You will not cave in! You must be free!
Struggle harder and Frustration
Envelopes you like a blanket made of sand.
Push it away, but it will just fall back on top of you.
It is heavy. It weighs on your body and you
Exhausted, you cannot fight anymore, yet...
Frustration falls away and you can move a bit more freely.
Yes! You can move a crooked arm, now a sore leg.
Where's the molasses? Maybe you ate it.
Wait-- just a little longer.
Look around; enjoy the view.
Isn't the sunshine lovely in the early evening?
The trees look nice in their autumn clothes.
Rest and repose are such a pleasure.
Lie on your back; look up at the watery
Sky as it drips cooly onto your face.
Feel the blades of young grass
Pushing up against your back.
Your body is warm and still.
Patience sits beside you.