Anticipation
As if shackles bind me down all the way, I remain helpless, unable to move. A blanket of silence completely covers me, But an intrusive feeling of cold remains. Until the light returns must we wait, or must we create a fire of our own? I compare other people’s situations to my own, and realize that only with hope is there a way. With patience and a positive attitude, I wait. Slowly but surely, forward we will move. For with me faith in a higher power remains, and I pray even for those who don’t know me. Yet something selfish gnaws at me; something that I think I should own. I contemplate what special senior memories remain. Is there a reason for it to be this way? A boulder of disease in my path refusing to move, but for now all I can seem to do is wait. On this river, it feels like I am carrying extra weight, but every Griffin is on the same boat as me. Suddenly I realize that together we can move, and slowly the shackles dissipate on t...
