Waiting is a stain of red...

I wait and look around...

The waiting is clear...

It has a purpose...

I waited a day or two...

I don't recollect the time I spent waiting...

But I know that waiting has its benefices...

I was able to learn...

To hear the cries, to see the stain of red...

To write a thing or two

To listen to a verse or two...

To be a better me...

You see... I waited...

And now when all is almost over...

I am happy to have waited a day or two...

Or more...

The waiting made me free...

From thoughts, emotions and reveries...

Although was hard now I can see...

Who I was...

And who is me...