feel unable to manifest
with words the rusty loneliness
that is still more comfortable
than the new countenance
my yes
now strapped in like a roller coaster ride at the top of the hill
regretting my pride
this is not an exit point
this is a pinnacle
this is a testing
this is minimal
the car will move forward
this stance will end, until then
rest in the discomfort
of the wind
