Between a Rock and a Dying Place

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.

10 comments on “Between a Rock and a Dying Place

  1. 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…

  2. spool2spool says:

    These images are getting stronger and stronger.

  3. Debbie says:

    This kind of goes with the Dare poem! Thanks Melody!

  4. Love the raw intensity and honest emotion in this poem.

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