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.