Waiting to break away from my past and present and to freely sprint into my future. A change is on the way….

Watching, waiting, wishing, wondering
Something is coming, a change
I can feel it
Permeating the darkness
Where I dwell presently
In the shadow of another
A name I answer to but
That was never mine
I sit, watching and waiting
It’s close, the air smells different
Feels different, lighter, cleaner
The stench of past hurts and failures
No longer hovering
Above my head
Breathing is easier
Chains are loosening
Shackles falling away
Watching and waiting
For my freedom and future
©2012 – Andrea J. Shannon
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