I can feel the hands of a clock

Ticking in my ear

Counting down the seconds

The minutes

The hours

The days

Until I get

To that one and only place.

~.~

I have tolerated the wait

Almost cherished it

Waiting oh so patiently

The love

The acceptance

The beauty

They will come

They will be given freely

~.~

Sometimes though

The wait is hurtful

Stabbing me with dread

Taunting my dreams

Will it actually come?

Will it stay if does?

Am I worthy?

Will I ever be?

~.~

But then I see those words

The ones that really count

Imagine them directed at me

And think of the amount

Think of how it will be

How it can be free

How I will have it

And have others receive it

~.~

So there you have it clock

There in your monotony

I will have what I deserve

Have what I dream

I shall receive that which I need

And give it as well

I can wait that much longer

Just you wait and see