She’s frozen to
her window of opportunity,
fear an icy irresolution
dripping in rivulets
down her neck.
She wonders if she is enough,
has what it takes,
can survive the fall
if her venture fails.
Indecision
sits on the cusp,
wavers,
waiting for a warm hand
and steady heart
to melt her
hesitation…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Wonderful imagery. Melody the artist sings like Emily Dickinson in these latest poems… 🙂
Wow – not Emily Dickenson! 🙂 Thanks Eric!
Excellent, Melody–wow, you got a nod to Emily D!! That should make your day!!
Indeed – wow! 🙂