When I Sat

 When I sat and wondered

Would I ever fly again?

I mourned the loss of use

I peered out the window, forsaken.

Those two wooden structures that kept me from falling

I learned to hate them

They kept me back

I wanted to fly again.

Medicine, breathing exercises

Crutches and pain

I sat idol for too long

When all I wanted was to fly again. 

But every trial has an end

And every night has a morning

I would fly again

And I dreamed of it when I sat.