Why?
Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash I know that this is for the best This waiting game, this house arrest This loneliness, like doing time This punishment without a crime. But underneath a great blue sky It seems unholy now to cry. I'll treasure every given breath, Each moment that I've cheated death. So many have faced so much pain, Yet what I've lost can be reclaimed. May all the things I am afraid of Show me what I'm really made of. When I ask, "How much longer?" I'll think of those who are much stronger Who have given so much more than I They are my hope, my heart, my "Why?"