Waiting For What Was

• Miranda Plowman, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

Wishing what is…..
What was.
Wishing what was…..
Still is.
Insidious change has fractured –
A naïve heart.
Hope surrenders.
Darkness reins.
Silent teardrops spill down my face.
An angry throat steals my breath.
Fragile words remain unheard-
In the shadow of remorse, waiting.