Poetic License II...


How can I believe myself
when I preside over an internal struggle?
My feet are stuck in mud.
To go forward into the black
or back to a world that seems to no longer want me?
Either way, I’m scared.

I’m of two minds and two hearts.
I need you to light my lamp.
Silence my confusion
long enough to hear your voice.
Give me your hand.
Together, we can climb anything…


Rick said...

Paradoxes (paradoxi?) are fun, aren't they?

Cathi said...

I feel your pain- really.

And- you can't honestly think I'm talking about The Hat?!