issue 5

october 2017

issue 5 - october 2017

Willing to Wait - Hazel Brooking

I am the hand with nothing to hold
I am the story that nobody told
I am a writer without any ink
I am the heart that’s refusing to sink

I am the ice-cream that’s starting to melt
I am a buckle without any belt
I am a letter without any stamp
I am a seed in the dark and the damp

I am the joke that nobody got
I am an arrow about to be shot
I am a dancer without any track
I am tired of being pulled back

I am a bird on the edge of the nest
I have an engine that won’t let me rest
I am a dreamer with far too much night
I am a soldier stepping into the fight

I am a dress that’s never been worn
I know the veil has already been torn
I am a line without any bait
I am the one who is willing to wait

Contributor's Note

Hazel is a student at the University of Waikato majoring in English and Writing Studies.


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