I’ve spent my whole life waiting every morning, evening, and night.
I wait and wait and wait for something, anything.
I wait for some spark to happen.
I wait for the opportunity to knock me out like Muhammad Ali.
I will continue to wait as long as it takes.
I wait for it to erupt like a volcano.
I wait for a tsunami to wash over me with inspiration.
I wait for a tornado to blow strength to withstand anything.
I wish the waiting would get easier.
I wait for the gun to shoot me with the will to fight on.
I wait for the fisherman to hook me with greatness.
I wish the hammer would hit me and say, “What’re you thinking?”
I wait to win this war going on between my body and myself.
I wait for my cancer to die, not me.