the hindered resolve

it comes to me so naturally that i rarely place that much momentum in it. it is a place of familiarity and of strange reassurance. the fact that i do not see other options to what must be the correct outcome is the steady promise of its deliverance. in the biblical sense i might just add.
nonetheless, it does not mean there is no sacrifice in it or that it is not limited to its own form. it simply is and exists and is an extension of me. in all of my ages, in all of my decisions, in all of my speeches as a small reminder of that bent fork that you insist on using for every meal or that incomplete poem that we still keep that draft around, waiting for the day to be finished.
but unlike its strangely flawed nature it is resolute in it self, it revolves in its own existence and outshines everything else as the only possible solution.
forcing its way into my thoughts and actions, my old friend, necessity, once again nurtures so well the process of creation.