OPTIONS

The cruel anticipation did nothing
but haul her expectations too far.
The waiting, the vain waiting
was a drive through a roundabout,
never finding the turn. She awaited
the friction of change, the bloated
confidence, the promise of new problems
but when nothing after nothing arrived
(Though she tried), she resigned
to the new arrival of old hope:
the exploration of options.

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Here’s my first poem of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and the April Poem-a-Day challenge. Get on board, writers and poets! For more poetry, click here: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-april-pad-challenge-day-1#comments

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Have you ever waited for something that didn’t materialize? Do you relate to the poem in any way?