Recognizing ME In My Patterns - Our Word Writing Prompt
I am waiting for my mother to wrap her warm, sensual, loving, arms around me so tight that I could hardly breathe. I am waiting for silence, stillness, pulse, open, warmth, rays, wet, peace, freedom, fear, waiting, shame, me. I am waiting to have my shit together before I speak on it. Spit the fire of blood, that pulse, that beat, that rhythm, that is me. I am waiting for love. courage. someone to say that I can. someone to lay it out for me, my plan. No, their plan. Not mine. Never will be. I am waiting in no-land. in-between. in a hole. I am waiting along with others who are afraid. I am waiting with hope in my heart for a clear path. Please show me the way. I am waiting under the shadows, under-neath my-self. Thump. I am waiting no more. No more am I waiting. No more am I waiting. Done. ~~~~~~~~~ After writing my way through this prompt the next prompt lead me to knowing this... It began by me writing, "Most of the time...