perhaps what I've done is working;
all the changes and compromises.
something feels real for the first time
in a long time, maybe ever, attest.
without questioning it,
I will continue to roll with the punches,
trying to make patience the measure,
not letting my brittle heart drive the car.
honesty seemed so foreign,
but it appears to be the spear
at the center of the successful hunt,
adapting and evolving.
it's getting easier to fix,
with less time to die of desire
between bouts of tension and stalemate games,
which is a welcome recipe on the table.
may we continue to challenge,
but give room for reaction
that is not once as harsh as it was,
when this prize seemed like a pie in the sky.