As i wait
A quiet reckoning in the space between pain and healing
There are seasons when waiting feels like breaking. But I’ve come to see those moments not as punishment — but as preparation. This poem is an offering from one of those in-between spaces. Written in a quiet hour. Shared in the spirit of healing.
As I Wait
Some days are long and ugly
as I punish myself,
relive moments I lost—
how I wish I was man enough
to speak to you
and ask for help.
As I wait
I fear the night—
they are the darkest.
Time slows down.
As I wait
I’ve learned to numb the nights
with the green herb—
she helps me get through.
As I wait
I learn to forgive myself.
I learn to be better.
As I wait
I learn to release the past
and trust the future.
Some days, waiting has felt like the heaviest thing I’ve ever done. But I’ve learned that growth doesn’t always roar — sometimes it whispers.
To anyone else sitting in silence, not knowing what’s next — you’re not alone.
The man I’m becoming was born in the wait.
— Mark Anthony Daniels
About the Creator
Devon logan Mark-Anthony Daniels
Warrior scribe. Legacy builder.
My father began the cycle-breaking — I continue the work.
I don’t write to be heard.
I write because I’ve carried too much in silence.
I don’t share to impress.
I share to release — and make space for love.
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