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Waiting -Promote Yourself


Waiting I am, I have always been,

The question was always for what

A moment, a feeling, opportunity perhaps,

While the answers, I know, I have already got


I waited for change in my life and it came,

Then wished it would go away

Realized this change, I did not want,

Then wished and waited

To have my old way


While waiting for sun in a midday storm,

The beauty of rain was missed

To close the umbrella and dance carefree,

While on my skin, its drops would kiss


I once waited for summer in winter,

That was the year I missed spring

Missed all the flowers with scent of new life,

Missed the birds when to me they did sing


Waiting for morning I missed my dreams,

As I laid awake that night

Daybreak came, the stars had gone,

No fairytale visions from sleep came to sight


When I waited for love and I got it,

Waited so long till it came

 I just couldn’t believe that I had it,

And then waited to be left

All alone once again


To wait on the words I love you

With my ears open, but eyes then shut

I missed all your gestures, clues, the signs,

That showed me you loved me,

And just how much


Sadder than the rain, love, spring and dreams,

Was waiting to grow, with my years hurried through

During that time the most precious was missed

​While ​

I lost sight of the joy of 

​my very own ​


​A widowed Mother of 3 girls, the trials and tribulations of raising my girls alone, walking life alone, can be found in and inbetween the lines of my words.

What is there to say about a leaf in free fall? – Promote Yourself

It is not a comment on the 

winds of change

although by buoying 

restlessly alongside their

incessant lifts and eddies

may in fact create a stencil.

Let’s look closer.

It is not a metaphor for life

although the mother starling 

nestled in a bough above

may loose a flightless chick 

to that same plummet.

Let’s look closer.

It cannot be said that 

leaves in free fall 

mesmerise us with their


having neither steerable

components nor

a helm they glide on 

cell walls borrowed 

from an overarching deity

named Mother Earth.

We must look closer.

Oak and maple, birch,

the sycamore,

diverse configurations

of a theme that 

once in free fall 

spin the same yet 

cannot duly represent

a racial struggle.

One step closer.

Precipitating biomatter,

nutrients ejected from

their canopy and

rained down 

onto a plateau of roots

that suck back energy,

insist on growth.

That’s close enough.

What is there to say about

a leaf in free fall 

that it would approve of

if you asked it?

Best wishes,

Lawrence Witt

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