writing

Nerves

She paces endlessly in her head,

there is nothing more for her to do now,

the decision is in others’ hands.

This is where she gets nervous,

not being in control.

This is how she has been let down

so many times before.

She repeats to herself,

if it’s meant to be, it will be,

and reminds herself

she did all she could do.

The minutes on the clock pass.

The days on the calendar too.

The deadline approaches,

soon she should know.

But waiting, waiting,

waiting is the hardest part.

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