Indecision has me in its grip
The wooden vice of indecision
Is squeezing so tight
I feel I may
Never see clearly again.
Long moments of wondering
How to figure out
The next move
As indecision keeps sliding
Me down the path to nowhere
I feel it sling me so far
I end up teetering on the edge.
If only I could jump into the void
Its got to be better than this
Screaming comes to mind,
But won’t come up through the body
And out through the mouth.
Thank Goddess for writing
It’s a way forward.
Patricia
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