Pause

The need for patience never seems to end
Though my desire for it is long gone;
It came, and simply lingers on and on
And thus recursively appears to lend
A self-necessity to patience too:
I must be patient with its own self-need,
Ignore my inner yearnings, and not heed
The siren song rushing after you.
I still must wait, though waiting is so long,
And stiffen up my sinews to the test;
Although I know what's long-looked-for is best,
I sometimes doubt my power to be strong.
I wait, and try to do it calmly, but
I can't deny the anguish in my gut.