Waiting...

I am waiting
to be
rejected
for my beliefs
Assuming
perhaps
erroneously
that my appeal
evaporated
with my boundaries
Still,
I am waiting
I am not pushing
or pulling
or insisting
merely
claiming my truth
and asking
then pausing
and waiting
for the whisper
that will answer me
in words
or silence
It is well
for me
to wait
I have stretched again
It is well
for me
to wait
and
I am beautifully
unencumbered
by fear
Who knew
waiting
could be
liberating?