Poised on the brink
trapped in a forever
grey of
NOW
between
WAS and YET-TO-BE . . .
I hesitate. . .
The YET-TO-BE
with its parameters still untested
beckons me with promises
I weigh so carefully
against its
unfamiliarity.
What WAS
with all its pain,
offers the tempting comfort of
the known. . .
I hesitate. . .
swamped in the mire
of day to day details;
contented with. . .NO
reconciled to,
the grey sameness of my fear.
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