THE WAITING ROOM

by Bianca Beatriz Yuzon-Henares

And now, cuts like a knife
And I flinch at your stare
The mists once came my way
Promising a better day

Whose to say what we’re supposed to be
It’s about time we became
The masters of our own Destiny

And if fate truly sealed
I’ll still live by my own choices

Strip me of myself,
Feel like somebody else
Lately I’ve come to know
To let go is to be in control

And I cried sunrise
Roll over again
Why do you bother
You rise just to set

What defines how long we’re supposed to pace?
I’ve been perched under your shadow
For what feels like a thousand days
And I know I’ve been trained to lie
But my patience wears thin
I’d like to step outside

Caught somewhere between,
In an unsuspecting scene
I’m held down but longing to grow
Your caress is what keeps me below

And I cry: sunrise! Roll over again
I’m dying in a memory
I live to forget

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