Just Be Patient

 

You expect me to be patient?  If you know me you know that my biggest worry and concern right now is time.  I am powerless to manipulate its flow.  The old idiom of “time moves too fast when you’re having fun, too slow when you’re bored” seems to rule my life.  There is nothing I can do to break the cycle and time is present in all of my interactions.

So if you claim to be such a great friend, if you claim to know my wishes, concerns, and values- why do you chose to ignore my strongest one and ask me to be patient?  There are a limited number of moments left- I am a grain of sand trapped in an hourglass.  Don’t tell me to take a back seat and leave me watching time pass as I wait anxiously for the opportunities that time could offer.

Every moment we spend apart I feel as if it has been torn from me.  I feel shackled by your obligations, continuously whipped and taunted by your daily activities until you chose to rescue me from this unbearable torment—and yet you berate me for calling out in agony?

When you finally have come, you took so long that I have scars where healthy flesh once stood.  And as you leave you ask me to wait again, yet I can barely hear you as my pulse in my scars create tinnitus as the anxiety builds.  But to you, like time, I am powerless to say nothing more than “ok”.