Waiting

Sometimes it seems all I can do is wait

And then I know you feel me hesitate

I know its not a life of free choice

When my actions are forever dictated by someone else’s agenda

It seems to me that then

You are a reflection of where I was stuck

For most of my life

With the feminine being supressed kidnapped or abused

Their freedom to learn stolen

By stupid men

What is it that they fear

Of a woman’s liberation and power?

Well you my love are fighting this dark force with all of your might

While here thousands of miles away I hope and pray

And on the dark days wonder

What will become in the end of all of this waiting

Here I am in my seclusion

Voluntarily chosen

As winter draws the coldness in

It is finally okay for me to rest and hiberate

And so I wonder this

Is waiting in some way

Blessing rather than curse?

I waited to be born

Until my Mum was ready

Not until the last bottle of plum jam was sealed

And then in a rush I came

There was a light around us then

A precursor of darkness to come

I waited in the crushed car bleeding to be cut out

As I waited in that hospital bed

101 days for liberation

But as we move towards the darkest day

I know that this light can not be ever fully extinguished by waiting

Maybe it grows brighter as I do

You say good things take time

And true love is not cheap

While I think of the birds so free to fly

In the open sky

To where ever they wish

And wonder why on earth it is

That humans have made

Such a mess of things

Hope and faith

Or disbelief

Which of these do I chose

What in this life is true

For now it occurs to me

That waiting is the only way

I will ever know