Any news?
Any word?
Moments are measured
Yet time is blurred.

Will there be tragedy?
Will I forever remember dread?
Or will things turn out fine?
What triggers will fill my head?


Waiting is exhausting.
Knowing life must go on.
My patience is wearying.
Wishing this anxiety gone.

‘Anything’ is not nothing.
It balances life’s highs and lows
‘Anything’ is a two-sworded thing -
Will be glad when Anything? ‘goes’.