My life, right now
is all mixed up,
anxiety, trouble,
I think I might have,
had enough —
But am I one to run
when things start to get rough?
..
Decisions, decisions
feelings of guilt up against
my intuition–
blurring the lines
between what’s wrong
and what’s right,
to clip my wings
or prepare to take flight?
…
Once a vagabond
today, afraid of change —
Once full of adventure,
a sense drugs and love seem to tame,
a sense drugs and love take away,
and yet for the both I stay…
….
The highs were high,
the lows, lower than low —
do I stick around,
stay?
or has the time come to go?
…..
What I need’s
to take the time,
to clear my mind,
consider all angles,
detoxify
from all the drugs
and all the lies,
and I’m pretty sure,
that I’ll be fine.
Surely this move is justified,
the best I can do, is what I find right.
…..
About the Creator
jl wood
I write fiction I've been scared to post, and poems I spam everywhere.
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