Grounded
Like a plane on the tarmac
I remain grounded
So able to take off
Yet so hesitant of what comes next
Afraid of the turbulent skies
That promise a rough ride
Will the clouds ever recede?
I long for an invitation that may never come.
Days, weeks, months pass
And my wheels have yet to leave the asphalt
But the storm remains
Teasing until I start my engines
What am I waiting for?
Like a plane on the tarmac
I’m tired of being grounded.
