Sometimes I feel like I have only ever
been waiting for the next season,
constantly looking forward,
impatient and unsatisfied,
holding my breath,
feeling stuck.
Now, I inhale,
breathing in this
moment, learning to
appreciate the ebb and flow,
letting everything be what it is,
no longer stuck or unsatisfied -
though still occasionally impatient.
I love the shape of your poem, it reminds me of constricting, holding, tense as it moves in, and letting go, breathing, embracing as it moves out
Thank you! It took a bit of moving around but it felt worth the effort.
Yeah.
Waiting sucks.
Nice.
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Sometimes I feel like I have only ever
been waiting for the next season,
constantly looking forward,
impatient and unsatisfied,
holding my breath,
feeling stuck.
Now, I inhale,
breathing in this
moment, learning to
appreciate the ebb and flow,
letting everything be what it is,
no longer stuck or unsatisfied -
though still occasionally impatient.
I love the shape of your poem, it reminds me of constricting, holding, tense as it moves in, and letting go, breathing, embracing as it moves out
Thank you! It took a bit of moving around but it felt worth the effort.
Yeah.
Waiting sucks.
Nice.