In the waiting room of discontent

My head

A ball of clay

Moulded by the wall

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An echo fights its way

Back to longing

And holds the threads of sound

Tattered by winds, waves, worn song

Cantilevered on the edge of knowing

Will I jump?

Or

Will I fall?

It’s now

Here

Me

Seen at the lip of leaps edge

Or the trip of falls demise?

Tugging on this tightrope

A ballerina on stilts

Wilts in the cusp of the ear

Nibbling

Nudging

Slightly

Watch as I take flight.

One thought on “In the waiting room of discontent

  1. this is beautiful Fortunata you are a poet! If you haven’t read it – try and find “the yellow wallpaper” I think it will resonate withyou. lv t

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