Waiting

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.