Claire the Poet: I Waited for the Words

Sunday, October 1, 2017

I waited for the words I had in me,

all winter lurking in the cave of my doubts.

Those doubts, like the rotting leaves from last years’ trees.

Taking root in the rich rot that I forgot,

these words grew stronger in the dark.

They unfolded shoots and began a journey toward the sun.

I still waited.

A cloud crossed the sun.

I shed tears I thought were rain.

I waited for words that still swelled underground,

fearful they’d wash away,

because I heeded the critics' cruel intentions.

Somehow, I clung to the earth for solace.

I drew courage from the sky,

and sent up thankful tendrils of thought.

Rising in trust, I opened one leaf.

It became paper in the open light of summer

and light became a pen.

Claire the Poet