The Wait

By Sanjana Kodical

Oh the sweet teenage spirit of rebellion

Never had you suited anyone worse

Basking in the comforting frivolity

I did not realise that you would one day become my greatest curse

For she would have tended to me

Broken, scarred or damaged... As long as I was alive

Selfishly I had, strayed far too away

until she became skin and bones..

Lying on the hospital bed that felt like a gyve

Once a symbol of strength, had now crumbled

With each breath that she drew...

Life seemed to slip away, as she had waited almost forever..

for the daughter she thought she knew

By Sanjana Kodical