The wait

by Yakari Gabriel   Mar 14, 2017


I’ve grown weary of my own sad,
there are days where not even
the best shade of red lipstick,
and the best definition of curls hide it.
Its just there, begging for attention.
It is a stubborn lover that
won’t leave me even though I called it quits
when I turned 18.

My mother never said
she was sorry for hurting me,
but I forgave her anyways
outgrew the pain of needing her love,
threw it away like an old blouse with one too many holes in it
now, I miss her so much it makes me stay home
for days at the time

When I wake up in the morning,
I do affirmations
I tell myself I am happy
I tell myself I am successful
I say that everyone I love is taken care of
I do believe in the power of words,
they changed my life
I’m just no good at waiting
and manifestation is taking its time

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Yakari, Andrea beat me to the nomination of this piece (bows head on thanks) anyway this piece is honest and beautiful even if it is raw and full of emotion that none of us can even try to understand. The imagery as always is spot on and just like wow, I am speechless yet have so much to say!!

    1/ I finding kind of frustrating that we may be weary of our sadness yet cannot shift it. We feel sad and what do we do?? We just hope and pray it passes it good time instead of breaking us that bit more but it does unfortunately because we seem to invite it (hope you understand what I mean lol I seem to ramble too much) and when we feel this sadness coming on we try and hide it with make up, fake smiles and most definitely the "I'm okay" saying that is so often used to cover up the unhappiness of people.

    2/ I obviously don't know what's gone on but sometimes people find it so hard to say sorry maybe its their nature or maybe its just something they aren't used to but others can say it so easily and not mean it anyway as the song says "sorry seems to be the hardest word" and I personally think it's true well, that and the word hello as everything starts with an hello. The imagery of throwing the need of your mothers love away like an old blouse was very hard hitting but I guess we do this as matured adults, we need our parents love but sometimes its hard to. This reminded me of mine and my dads relationship.

    3/ What an ending!!! I am currently sat open mouthed and my heads shouting "WOW!"

    All the best, Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Yes!!!!!!!

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