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 their own.

Rowing past my worries, I see my way,

so my motivation is all that remains.

I decide I can make do with what remains;

perhaps there is a bright side to this wait.

They say when there is a will there is a way.

So, I must believe in no one else but me

to take the opportunity to make my life my own.

Besides, sulking alone in my room is not the move.

With due time and patience, the world will move.

And no matter what, my love for people remains.

I remind myself that I am not on my own.

Without dwelling over how long we wait,

I learn to appreciate how my family is with me.
And with faith, we as humanity will find the way.

For now, until I can move out, I wait.

How much longer the darkness remains is beyond me,

but I will use my own light to guide my way.