The Waiting Game

The sand starts falling —
gradually — as if life
halted for a duck to cross
the street.

Whether it is inhaling
before walking down
the aisle, attempting
to stall your panic
at a hospital reception desk,
or sitting by the phone
for promotion or job oppurtunity,

the moment comes
and stutters —
taunts its victim
and spins them mercilessly
in a web of anticipation.

When time finally moves,
I hope you have the strength,
preperation, and determentation
to seize your goals by the reigns

and charge toward the sky.


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