The waiting boy

The boy

reaching out

finds no one

and as

a stranger to

his world

knows no love

and so

he seeks

his feelings

in secret

always unfulfilled.


He plays

in toyful

world of longing

dancing touching

hoping the

many moments

of silent seeking

will end.


But never finding

never closer

he remains

alone and lost

his deep condition

fixing him

in patterns given

without a choice.


Yet he thinks

thinks each day

there’s a way

which is,

if lived,

the door

out or in,

to his home

and for

that day

he waits.


In vain

he awaits

for there is

no one day

but only this.

July 2012

Chris Ahrends

About chrisahrends

For me, writing is a healing art aimed at healing me - and if in any way it resonates with you - that would be wonderful. I live in Cape Town, South Africa; work in the Anglican Church of Southern Africa and am married to Jacqui Macqueen Ahrends.
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