Joy is coming.
I don't like math
but I have been counting
the days for weeks. 
Now anticipation
has brought me to hours,
minutes, even seconds.

Joy is coming.
I feel it fizzing in my veins;
it bubbles inside me
as if my blood 
has turned to champagne.
I am giddy with it.
I am overflowing,
my head is in the clouds,
and I am carefree.

Joy is coming.
I've waited so long,
hardly able to hope
this golden skipping freedom
that dances inside me now
would ever really happen.

But 
Joy 
is 
coming.

In the blink of an eye,
Joy is here.

~Elise Skidmore ©2022

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11 Comments

  1. I’m sure you are writing about your upcoming retirement. I know it’s hard to say goodbye to friends you’ve known for so many years, but you deserve the freedom to do what you want now. Congratulations my friend

  2. If I didn’t know his is about retiring I’d wonder what the hell you were so happy about…. LOL!!! 🙂

  3. I liked your poem and I hope it reflects how you feel about the next chapter in your life. Joy is coming!!!