poetry mayhem

patience is not a virtue


patience. i am not patient.
i do not wait well. 
they say patience is a virtue. 
i say it's a curse. 
a watched pot never boils. 
you're damn right it doesn't. 
it just sits there slightly bubbling, 
laughing a little at you while you wait. 
all things come to those who wait. 
really? 
then why am i still waiting? 
waiting. checking the phone. 
checking my inbox. just waiting. 
i am the baby of the family. 
obviously used to getting my way. 
my way is i want it now. 
like yesterday. 
be patient. that light will turn green.
i'm still stuck at red.
waiting.
the longer you wait,
the anticipation is supposed to make you
enjoy what you are waiting for more.
it just makes me angry.
i want to stamp my feet like a little girl
and scream at the top of my lungs 
until i get what i am waiting for.
love is patient and kind?
what do those two things have to do
with each other any way?
patience is a curse.
clock watching.
steering wheel thumping.
staring at your computer screen
or cell phone waiting for those icons
to light up like christmas.
and yet still here i sit.
waiting.
tomorrow it will be the same, only worse.
because now i've been waiting even longer.
and what little patience (if any i've ever had)
will be long gone.
then i will be pacing. wondering.
and second guessing myself.
maybe it's not meant to be?
is that why my patience is running thin.
is someone trying to tell me something?
don't put off til tomorrow
what you can do today.
exactly.
that is why patience is not a virtue.
for me it is a curse.
5.9.2012