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The Waiting.

August 31, 2020

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There's no sorrowful night like the one spent on your knees, 
as the one in which you're forgetting your name and
stitching a new one. as the one in which you cry your
saint's names over and over, even if you suspect they forgot you 
long ago. gentle hands and whispers caress your face by day, and you
weep by night, because your lungs are an ocean, hope turns into
blade. 

there's no place that comforts a face without a name, 
and in this moment of waiting, these seconds of hesitation, 
you'd breathe easier if no one saw you, no one met you, 
what is transformation inside a home? what is, but a 
circus show? 
As you breathe in and out, you realize you're scared. 
You're just scared. 
For how long? It settles beneath your eyelids every night, 
scared and sorrowful you sit. 
alone and loved you wait. 
And the wait stretches until morning.

 

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  • bambiamby

    the way you phrase each line makes this piece so beautiful and just makes the reader want to read it over and over again (at least for me :p) amazing work


    3 months ago