I arrived at a choice
Either choose to attempt to return
Or move away and move on
Both seemed equally frightening
Hanging, something I must hoist
Rethinking my aura, I must reform
Terrified at the outcome, something to look upon
Simply put, I am scared
Afraid of either way it could go
A return or a rerouting, both would be difficult
One requires me to face this new truth, a good one at
that
The other, I am not yet prepared for
For I do not believe it possible
For this to end well
Yet i choice I must make. Only I can.
12:12
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
