Patience

waiting on the world

Waiting and waiting

read your books

clean up your toys

play nice with the other girls and boys

Waiting and waiting

stay poised and stay silent

wait your turn                                                                                         

raise your hand

wait until you're chosen

Waiting and waiting

to break free

to wonder 

to breath

Waiting and waiting

for the one

for fortune and for fame

to speak your mind

to call the shots

Will I ever be enough?

Waiting and waiting

on people who could care less

and on a world that is stone cold

My patience is thin

and so is my willpower

I don't have time to be a wall flower

I can't wait

I can't listen

I have to speak my mind

I have to call the shots

I haven't got the time to have patience

Will I ever be enough?

Reviews

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I like it. Thanks for sharing.

[Ian Gilmour]

This poem is particularly powerful because it tugs at a thread that all of us have; the desire to be wanted and accepted by others. Most people change who they are, the way the dress, the way they talk, come to have new favorite bands and new favorite food spots as a result of this need. Your poem is dark because we see somebody who doesn't cave into that but instead chooses to face the questions head on, followed ultimately by the big question at the end. What does it really mean to excel, to fail, to disappoint, or to be simply "good enough". I think my favorite line is "I don't have time to be a wallflower." I really like that line especially.

[Kaylee]

Thank you so much! I figured I would write about how your whole life is based around waiting, that there should come a point where you shouldn't have to wait anymore. Just come to a point in your life that you do what you want when you want. I'm so happy you caught my drift!