Wanting to Wait
I stood on the bridge and waited
Although I didn´t know
what I was waiting for
Could it be I was waiting
for my courage to resurface
so that I could
jump
Or was I waiting
for my fears to subside
so that I wouldn´t think
about the concrete waters below
Although, truly,
I stood on the bridge and waited
because I wanted someone to stop me
to tell me not to jump
to hold me in their warm embrace
and tell me they loved me
I wanted someone to save me
I was waiting for someone to save me
but no one came
My backpack
An umbrella and a scarf,
in case the weather changes.
A magazine and a book ,
about some far away places.
Packet food and snacks,
to eat once I arrive.
A wallet full of cash,
to help settle and survive.
New clothes and hair dye,
to aid my escape.
No tablet or phone,
I don’t want to be traced....