365 Days of Poetry (Part Four)

Day 166: True Self.

Waiting for a chance, an opportunity to re-build myself.

Waiting for redemption, a piercing light to dissect the darkness.

Waiting for reconciliation, a window through which the sun may shine.

...What am I not waiting for?

Here I sit, teetering on the knife's edge of anxiousness.

Knowing not what may come my way, only how it will feel.

To throw myself out into a world of uncertainty, sadness, and pain.

Perhaps the day will soon come, when I can be my true self again.