A painting sits
Incomplete
Waiting for
That perfect moment
That inspiration to just
HIT
And let these fingers
Finish what they started
And close the last page
On the unfinished/unstarted work
That waits
And wants
To be complete

And so it sits
And that poem
And that book
That just needs one last edit
And the writing that’s never started
They just sit
Because…

I’m waiting.

Waiting to be less tired
Waiting to be more focused
Waiting to have more of me left…for me.
I’m waiting for that moment
Immaculate
Spotless
Where the light shines just so
And the right chords
Spark the song
Forgotten
In my soul
And the story
Only half told
But here I am

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For
The
Perfect
Moment.