In Between

Part of my brain wants to write.
Part of my brain is tired.
Part of my brain says it is alright.

One project completed.
A new one started.
Old ones standing on the self.

Waiting.
Always waiting.
Am I

Waiting for my body to heal.
Waiting for the doctors to start the next test.
Waiting for the result that may change my future.

Such is the pain in my brain,
fearing to start,
fearing to dare to dream of new paths.

To start or not to start.
To watch the clouds drift across an uncertain sky.
While my fingers hover over the keys,
waiting in between the failing of the day
and the start of a new day.

Waiting in between the passing of the cloud
and warming of the sun, my mind seeks the rest of night
while my soul wishes to ride the winds and find the sun.

 

Till next week,
Andrew

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I work in the high tech world doing software release engineering Then I got prostate cancer Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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10 Responses to In Between

  1. Beautiful!!! ❤ What would we do without writing! ❤

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  2. Hi Andrew. Lifes like that always waiting for something! Thank you for liking my poem The Location! Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.

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  3. Harlon says:

    Hi Andrew, I hope you’re in good hands and I wish you wellness and good health. I’m thinking positive thoughts for you – keep on trucking! 🙂 Harlon

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    • Andrew says:

      Thanks, I’ve got doctors I trust, but it takes a long time for the scheduling wheels to turn. I’ll post more about it next week.

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  4. lorieb says:

    keep your chin up, and please, keep writing!

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  5. Keep you mind and body in the sunshine….it’s a brighter place to be.

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  6. Andrew, that’s beautiful. Keep writing.
    Shine On

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