Shredding Patience

The MorgueFile

i know i should be patient

allow each movement its own time

i  know i cannot move others

with my tapping

or my ears whining in the wind.

but  i would like to.

there was a time when

i would have ripped

paper

until

my fingers bled

now i look aside and hope that it is enough.

i breathe

and then breathe again,

counting breaths,
the small responses.

maybe that is better,

but i still imagine

shreds on the floor

around my feet.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

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