the waiting room

         
as I sat in a lonely waiting room          
awaiting my fate          
a traveler came in & sat beside me          
he said he was roaming the universe          
& spent most his time in rooms such as this          
         
I told him anxiety's mountain          
was upon my chest          
that I felt lost          
& knew I would soon be judged          
found unfit & hung          
for being of no good use to anyone          
         
he looked deep into my eyes          
said friend your debt is erased          
I am he who judges          
& I find you worthy          
         
go tell your story          
to those who will listen          
to those traveling this journey          
         
let them know they're not alone          
that you & I walk with them          
for it's in the telling of the story          
you have given your life meaning       
       
       
       
     
     
*note I don't practice religion      
a voice took away my anxiety      
& I was bid to write about it      
   
I go where my muse leads      
lest she stop talking to me