standstill.

this is where i struggle. in the waiting. i am ready for flight but am pinned down and forced to watch the day disappear before me.

yet there is still so much to be done after. that i can not yet begin on until truly this is over.

but still, also, the uncertainty. the insecurity of unknown fate. yes it is what i make of it, my own efforts will play in shaping it.
but if i am ready, and in the end, they tell me i'm not.
then what now?

and how will i proceed?
its a slow burn. and i'm hoping my own light will not be snuffed out.