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Waiting for the Day

Today, I am sick. 

Sick of being home, cooped up in a box.

In bed, under the hot covers,

Waiting. 

Waiting to get better; waiting to be free again. 

I don't necessarily have to be great. 

But to sit around and wait for someone to do the things I was made for,

is sickening.

I was made to do those things. 

I was meant to accomplish it. 

But I am not the one to. 

He is.

She is.

They are. 

All I can do is wait. 

Even if I don't feel I can. 

I have to. 

Because in our lifetime, we will do something more magnificent, 
and we won't even know we did it. 

KTLackett