Poem- The Poetry of Waiting

The poetry of waiting

I'm waiting for myself

to pick up all that I have

left

when I ran across the streets

playing

under the moonlight

the innocence

the childhood

the blue marbles

the reduced cycle

the box of cake

baked during Christmas

I'm waiting for myself

to pick up the blue

stumper ball

to pick up the self who

stood out for not being able to play

to pick up the self

who told to see the

world through right and wrong

red and blue

sun and the moon

I'm waiting for myself

The Poetry of Waiting