A knot in my heart
A knot in my throat
So twisted
By those threats untold

And though my heart
Is no longer sold
I am ever so bold
To seek your hold

Watching
For the moment
That you break the mold

Waiting,
For the moment
That you stop
Being so cold

For life is both
A long and short road
That loses its meaning
When one only does as told

And so,
Willingly,
I wait,
Steadily and patiently,
Until the day we both grow old

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This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Storyteller’s Vault” Publication.

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