poetry, Writing

The Longest Wait

I sit and I wait,

Thoughts coursing throughout my mind.

Will I be any good?

How will I know what to do?

I’m only twenty three am I really ready?

I stand in my bedroom pacing as  I think.

Nervous, my hands clammy.

I just started earning real money and it will all be gone.

No I cannot be selfish.

There is no time for me to be.

I pace until I here the creak from the bathroom door.

Then the enthusiastic scream,

Came at me from behind the door.

I’m pregnant!

You’re going to be a dad.

 

-N.T

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