Re-arrive.

Re-arrive.

A Poem by Stormy Weather

I’m envious of those who can sleep through the ticking clock, and of the 5-year-olds who are learning how to write their names.

I’m anxious for it to finally be 3 when it still is 2, and has been for an hour.

I’m terrified you’ll never know why I say the things I do, and of the pounding in my head telling me I’m going to fail.  

But I’m so glad I got to know your name. 

© 2013 Stormy Weather


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This is short, sweet, and cleverly captures a really relatable feeling. The repetition seems to help it flow regardless of the long line length, and I like how the sentence structure changes to emphasize line 4.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Stormy Weather

10 Years Ago

Thank you.

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