she remains suspended in thought;

the question is,

should she stick with a winter she knows,

or risk it all to find fabled spring?

Terror freezes her to the spot.

But what is faith, if not falling?

And what is trust, if not taking a tumble?

Perhaps precipice predates promise;

maybe reward is a result of release.

Does she have what it takes?

She’s hanging on,


14 comments on “Unsure

  1. Caddo Veil says:

    “Fabled spring”–that’s a good one. I say, go for it–leap!!

  2. I can relate to this one. So moving!

  3. Donna says:

    Yes, leap! It has great reward!

  4. RoSy says:

    Let’s take the leap into spring!

  5. It’s like you’re the narrator of my life, I swear.

  6. Debbie says:

    I loved this so much, and the longing to leap even if I need a little nudge! God bless you!

  7. Great picture!
    This poem makes me think of that song by Reba about “is there life out there?” which is one of my favorite songs.

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