Dr. Bree Morrison
Waiting To See
by Bree Juliana Morrison
I've spent a great deal of my life...waiting;
Waiting for happiness to come,
Waiting to have more fun.
Waiting for someone to know,
Watching my someone's go.
Wondering about my past,
Wanting those loves to last.
Wishing I could stop the tears,
Wanting to face the many fears.
Willing to reach inside my soul,
With a hope to heal the hole.
Wiser than the year before,
Wonder why there isn't more.
Writing to express my voice,
Weaving in one more choice.
Walking often in my head,
Waking up another thread.
Is life really meant for me?
I suppose I'll wait and see.
by Bree Juliana Morrison
I've spent a great deal of my life...waiting;
Waiting for happiness to come,
Waiting to have more fun.
Waiting for someone to know,
Watching my someone's go.
Wondering about my past,
Wanting those loves to last.
Wishing I could stop the tears,
Wanting to face the many fears.
Willing to reach inside my soul,
With a hope to heal the hole.
Wiser than the year before,
Wonder why there isn't more.
Writing to express my voice,
Weaving in one more choice.
Walking often in my head,
Waking up another thread.
Is life really meant for me?
I suppose I'll wait and see.