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All I Need is a Little Patience

The journey began with peace.

After days of agony,

over thinking,

uncertainty.

All came to an end with a simple

“I quit.”

Peace set in.

Less than a week later,

anxiety is overshadowing the peace.


My rock so far away

our relationship learns a new way ~

Facebook

Instant Messaging

Texting

Phone calls

Comfort no longer through human touch

now felt through the cold keys of a computer.

His voice on the other end of the phone

always upbeat and positive

knowing this will all work out

as I begin to question.


I lean on

friends in cyberland

sending words of encouragement

reading my writing.

Anticipating their words.

Many in awe of the path we are taking,

commenting on the strength and courage necessary to

jump off the edge.


Some days I wonder “Am I running away?”

from a difficult situation at school

from the transition of the change I knew was coming

from the packing of the house

from saying goodbye to friends

from the dog that will be saying goodbye to the world

from the stuff that we have accumulated

from life as a grown-up?


I am in limbo.

Doing what I can to stay strong.

Caught in a flurry of paperwork.

Trying to make something happen.

A job.

A place to live.

A car.


Growing impatient

not knowing how it will all end up

but trusting it will work out.

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