I am waiting,
In a lost and found box.
Facing daily a dilemma.
Do I settle beneath the fabric of misplaced expectations,
Or turn the time to treasure.
For such a cloak I could embellish with the gold and silver tears of my mistakes and my successes.
Thus when the moment of my release,
Is ultimately thrust upon me.
I would be able to don this magic cape,
And a little wiser fly away.
Wrapped safely in the glittering folds,
Of a life repurposed.