Morning Wait, Morning Rain, Morning Poet

a poem about women writing when and where we can

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A day without biting my nails Would be super

It is not always anxiety, sometimes it is just the waiting Waiting for the words

Waiting for the storm It has been so long

I grew up with fireflies and spring rains I grew up with humidity and dirt roads

This place is dry This place is paved

But sometimes, like maybe right now, sometimes It rains and sometimes it can even storm

Impatience In me is rare

I am sorry immediately after the snap (s) After the eye roll After the sigh

See the morning is the only time I have to really write Women have always needed a room of our own

But I bounce between rooms when everyone is awake Seeing to every need

The rain is here The rain is here

The words are here The words are here

There is silence, there is space, there is time Sometimes we just have to wait

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium, at Jenny Justice, Writer, and on Patreon. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in the areas of Parenting, Reading, Racism, Education, Poetry, and Climate Change, so far.