Wait

As requested, I have written a second “poetic rant. “

With every step away I could hear the crunching of glass, solidified rain with a soul. I search amongst it, look within it and each piece that pierces my flesh sends a flash of pain I barely register. The ares are make it different. I want to be. I want to become. People don’t change they become. Like the glass beneath my feet. Like the clouds become grey, become a storm. Like the raindrops become rain, become torrential.

You told me that you would be there to catch me. Maybe even reach out a hand to save me. Or maybe that’s what I told myself. That’s my I endured without fighting back without bending, without a movement that was my own. I waited so stupidly. Why did I never think twice about never moving from where my feet were planted. Never advancing. Never wandering. I never strayed a step. Is this what it is like to remain. Stationary. I wasn’t standing strong, I was standing weak.

You never came to save me. You never even stood by and watched. You weren’t even there to turn a blind eye. You weren’t even there to see what you would pretend you never saw.

So maybe I should have moved of my own accord instead of feeding myself lies, delusions when I could have wandered, when I could have risen up. I could have hurtled past your receding back, I could have overtaken you. I hope you know, I won’t wait.