I Wait
By: Alexandra Lane Spare me the overworked platitudes-- patience is a virtue? But, what about when patience feels like a vulture, scavenging the deserted soul for sustenance? Or time will heal all wounds? Then why have I spent so long reaching for words to bind these wounds and all it seems I grasp is Your silence? In that taciturn darkness, whispers of Abandoned slither around wrists and ankles like shackles. My soul tires of this endless expectation. Never sure when; never sure how; never sure who. Even still, Hope wrestles Doubt in my chest. Though her voice quivers, she counters, Not abandoned, to Doubt’s vicious hiss. She whispers, He is coming, as she digs in her heels for another battle. And, my worn and weary soul waits for it to be so. Copyright 2018. Must the permission of Alex Lane before printing or publishing this poem. Untitled, 2018 Acrylic, acrylic gouache, paper, charcoal on raw cotton canvas Approximately: 18in x 40in Inspired by the poem -I Wait- by Alexandra Lane
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2/8/2019 03:04:27 pm
Honestly, I love the poem written by Alexandra Lane. There is so much emotion that I felt, that's why I liked it! In life, everything doesn't have any assurance. Your life might be going well today, but that doesn't give you the assurance that the same thing will happen tomorrow. And this is where the importance of hope and praying could enter. We should always hope for what is the best! Let us pray for things to work according to our desires, and I am sure that everything will fall into place.
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