time

The best things take time

Time. 

Oh I wrestle and scrap and buck at that word. 

How is it that such an innocent thing causes such impatience in me?

How such a quiet thing form such wild thoughts?

How can such a kind thing taunt me to fight against it so hard?

Time, I know you are for my good, 

But I scarcely believe it. 

I just don't see it.

They say healing takes time. 

I roll my eyes and sense clench fists. 

Such simple words to say. 

Sometimes it feels like healing takes away from time. 

Misuses it.

Throws it to the wind of yesterday. 

And expects goodness to flow from that.

Time seems careless. 

Time demands so much. 

Time has expectations that I don't know if I have the courage to hold on for. 

Time, I don’t know about you. 

I’m cautious of you. 

I study you with side eyes. 

I live with you everyday 

and yet I doubt I am a comfortable companion. 

I'm the toxic one, I know. 

Shall I work on that? Perhaps yes. 

But I will need time to work on that…

The circle goes around…

So does the clock.

Time. 

They say the best things take time. 

Like first day of spring,

Warehouse sales, 

And career success. 

Coals for s'mores

Sunflowers to bloom

Snail mail

Rain. 

Babies. 

Baked cheesecake.

Realisation. 

Does time always involve waiting?

I wonder if waiting could be less a thing...

I don't want to spend my life ''waiting''.

I want to live.

So maybe they are right. 

Time is a crucial ingredient.

and maybe waiting is only a perspective...

Time, I want to see the gold in you. 

I really do. 

I breathe

And dare to believe 

The best things take time.