The wait

I counted the days.
Morning turn to nights.
And all week it has been
Rainy.

All day in bed kind of week.
Fighting whatever inside of me.
Had the strength to go to a class.
And fell in love with it.

Watching how the environment changed.
Bought my first meal.
And watched my friends go.

They’re not the same.

Then thought a lot.
On train rides.
Bus rides.

Thought a lot.

Thought about life.

~S.H.~