From January through March I participated in a daily writing challenge – each day the people participating were given a new prompt and asked to produce a new piece. This is one of the selections from that project. The title is the prompt.

Look around and see
The fellows with the pall and dour visages
Idling, hoping, moping, dragging
On thoughts that behind that door lies sought answers,
Or if not answers, at least yearned relief.
And no longer looking within, without
Or beyond the appointed time.

I say no, I will not treat it so;
It is not a waiting room,
It is a doing room;
A laughing room;
A dancing room;
A crying room;
A birthing, learning, failing, soaring room;
Even in my quietest contemplation
It is the being room.

I shall go through that door
When called,
But I shalt not pass my time
Waiting.