Waiting

Based on my teacher's story on how her husband painted her walls an unpleasant colour and how she had to wait a long time before she solved her own problem.

waiting

a thousand emotions flowed through her

each more powerful and overwhelming than the last

her husband told her to wait, told her that she’d have to accept it for now

her subservient nature complied

but her heart, her mind, and her soul didn’t 

the sun was warm and golden

lighting the sheer curtains 

giving the room an aurulent glow

saturating her frame with amber 

she stared at the walls

a ghastly indigo and an appalling maroon

completely barren of any substance or reality

she hated it

she knew what she had to do

she gathered the paint

“mauve”, she called it 

she was done with waiting

the sun was gone now 

replaced with the white glow of the moon

she stared at the walls once again

but this time, with pride 

Author's Note

please tell me what you think, this is for a school assignment and i don't have the guts to turn it in unless i know it's somewhat decent

Reviews

[Tom]

' Don't put off till tomorrow, what you can do today ' !

Yes indeed, it's a well penned creative poem, keep writing!