i wait by the window
staring at the lovely flower hanging on a shrub.
day in and day out,
i sit by the same corner in my room
waiting for the pretty bud to bloom.
it has been months,
or has it been years?
and i'm still waiting for this little blossom
to open its petals and show me its beauty.
but i've grown tired and weary,
impatient
and exhausted.
