Silence in the Waiting
By Candace Shultz
There is silence in the waiting,
But it's a loud silence.
Even though their mouths don't move,
Their thoughts still shout.
Their tense bodies tell a story.
A foot tapping, arms crossed,
Brows furrowed with worry,
Someone pacing the floor,
Others sitting with their phones out,
Drowning their thoughts with distractions.
The silence is broken when a doctor appears.
Expectant faces look up.
A name is spoken.
A woman stands up and rushes forward,
Questions already on her lips.
They disappear through a door.
Faces look back down at their phones.
The man paces the floor.
A hush falls in the room.
There is silence in the waiting once more.
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