I'm sitting in a waiting room TV on for distraction and it still hasn't hit me fully yet that I am here in the waiting room my next step the passage way to a better tomorrow and I know it's only been a few minutes hours have yet to pass and although I've never been here the waiting seems intimately familiar
---I haven't been in this room before the waiting is the same
the first installment of poetry written while I was inpatient for 10 days