crutches

I sit still.
As the earth is moving,
Revolving around its destined path
Around the sun.
I count the very second that I get to move
And walk once again.
I envy the earth.
It constantly turns nights into days.
How easy it is for him,
Real easy.
Does it ever get bored of doing the same thing
Day in, day out?
God, no.
Then we'd all be dead if it stops moving.
I don't want to die yet.
I haven't really gotten to move again.
So I sit still.

Anticipating.
Wondering.
Longing.
Praying.

I sit patiently.
Unknowingly how time passes me by.
The seasons have begun to change
Drastically as if winter is in between summer and autumn.
I never get to see spring.
How come?
I thought we're all under the same sky,
Yet somehow the snow never left my doorstep.
The new blooms are still covered
By thick white snow.
How something so white be ever so cold?
I wonder if this, too, shall pass.
So I sit patiently.

Awaiting.
Daydreaming.
Sighing.
Praying.

I sit here breathing.
Every heartbeat belongs to someone.
I spread myself thinly
To the things I thought were important.
I forgot what really is worth of me
And my energy.
I lost it to the cascading tears of a lonely heart.
Inhaling what's left,
Decreasing the momentary push and pull of my tummy.
I don't want to feel the numbness
Of an empty chair beside me.
Love has given me another lesson to learn.
I sit here breathing.

Blinking.
Hurting.
Craving.
Praying.

Please.
Come by.
And pick me up off my feet.

I want to walk again.
Please.