The Wait. A poem.

The wait is the hardest
Butterflies and nervous tension
Hand wringing
Squeezing defeat from victory
Anxious minutes until the call
Surrounded by strangers
Fellow passengers on this train wreck
The wait is the hardest

Ever had to wait for an appointment, meeting, etc., where you’ve been unsure of what would happen? Your paranoid thoughts tend to get the better of you. Afterwards you realise they were all for naught, and that everything was always going to be okay.

Stop worrying so much.

I should take my own advice, shouldn’t I?