Standing by,
ocean side,
watching for the tide,
something unsatisfied.
I was told as a child,
patience is a virtue,
But they never told
that it could hurt you.
Patient waiting circles
back on you to take you
from behind a drag you
out of your mind,
thankful, now
that I can see
the tide is coming in
and I can begin again.
Time now to keep moving,
on in bigger figures.
Drawn with broader motions,
sticking to the scriptures.
On just unfolding,
like the perfect picture;
never finished in this
life, I’m just a fixture.
Time to go,
because waiting never got me
anywhere.
It’s my fault.
It’s all my fault.
I’ll take the blame.
I did my part
and I’m not moving,
moving on.
I’m just going,
to keep going,
like I should have all along.
Come now,
the ocean beckons
and every second
we waste here,
is just a fragile moment
that will break and torment
us forever.
We have no escape,
except to face the fear.
It isn’t easy,
but neither
is waiting on the grave.
I’ve already been saved,
but I’m not waiting on Him either.
I’m not wasting away
any more time
than I have remaining.
I’ve gone so far insane,
there’s no second place,
only the feeling
of not going anywhere.
I can’t wait
anymore
Watch the waves
stop on the shore.
Not going to die
motionless.
Scream,
straight into the sky;
meteor.
Smash into the Earth,
or the ocean
and make my waves.
It’s over, it’s
so long a way down.
I’m not hesitant.
Time to spread my arms
and jump.
Magnificent,
isn’t it?
HG – 2018
