Waiting Dance

We all know things change.  Alter, spiral, congeal, separate, and mold into something for us to shape our every day lives around.

I am in a place where moments, days, and weeks are just blending together.  I am doing a waiting dance.

I have things I am doing while I'm waiting for the things I want to be doing.  

I am trying to find a job while I am waiting to find a way out of this house.

I am sleeping while I am waiting to get to the next day.

I am talking to him while I am waiting for him to come home.

I am worrying about him while I am waiting for him to be safe.

I am passing the days while I am waiting to go back to school.

I am passing school while I am waiting to get on with my life.

I am closing my eyes while I am waiting for the voices to stop.

I am moving while I am waiting to be moved.

there is only one thing that is certain. 

I am living while I am loving.

I am loving while I am living.

That is what matters most in my life.  The love I feel and give and take.

Love is my answer.

So while I wait for my Love to change, to become stronger, to develop...to come home.

I wait knowing that it is all worth my time.  I wait knowing that somedays will be here eventually.

Somedays, I love the thought of my somedays.