She’s caught between a rock and a dying place,
where alternatives and choices are equally grim.
Ignore, and bend backwards to save some face,
or confront, and rip band-aids, and risk losing him?
Her heart shrinks from either, is loath to proceed,
both beasts in chest’s cavity snarl to be heard;
to step out and risk is to make her soul bleed,
but to not act will curse self, condemn hope deferred.
Funny, I was just thinking of writing about my own experience of being in this same place, four years ago. You’re reading my mind…
Wow – I’m better than I thought! 🙂
These images are getting stronger and stronger.
This kind of goes with the Dare poem! Thanks Melody!
Thank you Debbie!
Love the raw intensity and honest emotion in this poem.
Thank you… Life comes with so many emotions attached. As writers, we need to be able to express them all in turn, right? 🙂
Yupp! (red neck reply)