Wait is what I find myself least willing to do.
But staying put is impossible when all I want to do is move. I look backward. I look forward. I envision anywhere but here.
Tight indeed. And stuck. I wrestle against my self-imposed straight jacket of obedience. I plead for you to work quickly. I plead for you to give me something else.
But this hurts! This is not what I want!
I do. My argument quiets.