Some days.

Some days we wait.

We just wait.

Often not even knowing

What we're waiting for

It's as if time stands still.

The day keeps going

Eventually turning into night

But that stillness, inside remains

As we wait

Sometimes patiently 

Other times unsettled

Always waiting

Always breathing

Sometimes we wait for hope

Other times we wait with it

And still we wait

Sometimes awake

Other times asleep

Sometimes aware

Other times...

Too busy to care

And life keeps on going

Yet, we wait,

And wait,

And wait.

Author's Note

Happy to hear any thoughts, opinions, constructive feedback, anything that will help me grow.