This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2022 challenge and will be revised.
PAD Prompt: Patience
Poetic Form: Acrostic
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Passing intersections, each a moment,
Another chance to change direction
Til everything is right, nothing left
In the questions we ask only to ourselves.
Enough is a word we never use.
Notes of fear linger on our tongue after
Catching in our throats. We wonder how
Every road we travel never leads us home.
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