Thursday, December 4, 2008

waiting room

a frozen moment
when i know you are falling

and i am running, running to catch you
as you hit the ground

and i am waiting, waiting, waiting
to see if you are the same
or irreversibly broken

and i am wondering
could i have stopped you?
if my arms were longer
or if i were different....

and i am waiting, waiting
with the beeping and the blood
waiting for you to be you again

2 comments:

hanga said...

jess, thank you for sharing your poetry. it always moves my heart, and i feel. pain, joy, relief . . . it's all very raw and real. love you. glad to hear little richy is doing better. i have been praying for you guys.

lindsey brooke said...

likewise, me.