Expectations

Let all I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him
the psalmist says.

A bucket list
remains unticked.

A door becomes unhinged.

Years of life planning,
calculated
a little amiss.

Told there is no time
like the present.
You wish that were a lie.
You wish you could lie down and cry.

Oil and water.
The expected
meets
the unexpected.

The expected cries out.
For what?
A new home.

Author: O.A

Student. A page for my thoughts and opinions. Think self-improvement, think music, think motivation and a bunch of other stuff. Enjoy!

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