Wretched waiting,
like a loose tooth that dangles in mockery.
Uncertainty eats inside my veins
as anxious blood flows through the emptied spaces.

Ridiculous lessons call out yearning to be learned,

patience and other holy virtues.
Terror cringes up my spine,
exaggerating a more rational fear.

The haze of this temporary fog
distracts me from the beauty of tomorrow.
When will the heavy weight of this condensation lift?
I take small, hesitant steps toward trust.

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