Awaited

Long have I been waiting,
For that perfect moment,
When regret is cast away,
Left alone in torment,
The sand in this hourglass,
Is reflecting an illusion,
The heap stays the same,
What is this confusion?
My worries keep piling,
One above the other,
I’m now concerned for things,
That didn’t earlier bother,
A bright dot appears,
It’s coming towards me,
Unknown, but comforting,
Like it’s gonna set me free,
My hands are not shackled,
But my soul is caged for long,
Now when the gates are actually open,
I fear if I’m that strong,
To survive the taste of freedom,
I wish if I could foresee,
If in the moment long awaited,
I’m drowning, or soaring free!