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The pain of waiting

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  • Evysecrets

    I don’t know which day happiness left my door.
    For years it lingered at the edge, a hesitant visitor,
    a shadow at the threshold that never stepped inside.
    I was a waiter,
    and I waited so long,
    believing if I stood still enough,
    it might find its way in.
    It never did.
    Then one evening, looking through my window,
    I saw only its faint outline,
    the ghost of a passing thing.
    It was gone, and with its passing,
    it spoke without a word:
    stop waiting.
    The echoes still linger,
    but I am healing.
    I am still healing.

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