Waiting for the
train to arrive.
Page
waiting
to be turned.
A freshly
printed novel.
Waiting to be
desired by
wise eyes.
A canvas of white,
longing for colour.
Patches of fresh
white snow
unmarked
by nature.
Waiting for the
rain to fall.
A gathering of
clouds aiming
their sights
on the last
patch of blue.
Anticipation.
Waiting for the
lost to get found.
A flower in
bloom stops
to look at
the sky.
Waiting for the
future to arrive.
Emma-Jane Barlow is a 30 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.
What if I’m not lost?What if I have beencarrying aroundthe truth beneath my skin?What if in the past,when I looked up into the blackened night,searching for a beacon,pleading for guidancemy higher power waited?Lying dormant in my heart,she patiently, silently,...
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