Should I wait

Take one ticking second to glimpse
at my life. Emotional I seem by
many yet stone.

Know there must be changes made
to who I am, constant and ongoing.
Current neverending project.

I must go. Careful who chosen for
rides within. To peek at what is
stored.

Cherished times which make
hard to erase even the horrific
sight of silver.

No grudge held just lessons learned,
applied to status, self.

Care always for company. Know that
even now some may hurt, create divides.
Know how to plan and access positive
end results.

Waiting is the hardest part. Patience
soaks out of core but absorbs pain.

Graceous to those who reared my
presense, who gave information to
learn.

Vivid images screetch across my
closed lids. My eyes twitch and toss
to and from. Trying to escape
possible losing battle.

Conversations that were held,
great lengths a speech made. Once
told but did I really hear?

Sorrow outweighed the joy yet now
twists have become everchanging.
To be able to teach a simple sentence
to an ignorant audience. What such
a challenge, I embrace.

Most often there is a game. Rolling of
cubes to extend generous weights of
gold and silver. Tokens that need not
be touched.

I recall postcards in the wind but all
I can do is hope that the waiting
is really effective. As though a jump
of humanity is shown between then
And now.

Should I wait to see?