Waiting Room


A woman, wise in years, reflects,
decaying in
the waiting room of life.

Unanswered questions
weigh heavy on her heart.

All these years,
she walked a righteous path,
but in weak moments,
veered too far.

She shuts her eyes,
chases sleep
for happiness lies
within her dreams.

Fingers seem to caress
what was once within her grasp.

Existing on borrowed time,
she forgot how to smile,
how to laugh.

Silently, she clings
to a faded photograph.

Tears fall at sunrise.

Ready to reach the unknown,
she looks towards the light
for her chaperone.

Her new home:
on a cloud’s silver lining
in a golden sky.

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