Resolution Pending

by I.F.T.P

I seemed to have reached a conclusion, That I won’t find one. And for now, That’s okay.

What if the anger wasn’t the problem? A thing to be solved, A fault in me, With me.

What if it’s justified? The closest I’ll get To the scent of justice, To holding it in my hands, Is this. This sensation that ebbs and grows.

It’s an ember to the fire A grain to the shore A drop to the gallon One step of a mile.

But it’s of the same element, The same cadence, The same key.

It’s not enough (what would be) But it’s something. It’s alive and it kicks me in the stomach, It tells me that I’m worth the fight.

I don’t want to live off Scraps of retribution A low-fat diet of just deserts But here we all are, Making it stretch, Making nothing count for everything.

I don’t want anything unfounded. I want What you asked for, When you started this, I only want to give you what’s yours.

They delivered the parcel to the wrong address And I’ve kept it for you all this time.