Monday, December 4, 2023

My Fear In Choosing


My Fear In Choosing
by Lord R.e. Taylor

Standing on the edge
A shaky precipice below me
Vast unexplored areas before me
Must I choose if I am safe
Is the ledge too small for me
Are the open lands too big for me
I may never know 
Or maybe I already do
I may be just too afraid to admit it

© Poem – XII/IV/MMXXIII
LRET


 

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