Poem by Dana L. Young
Indecision,
never met her
But I know her way too well
She has settled in my brain,
Uninvited.
A tenant that I can’t evict.
Every time that I think I’m in control
I’m proven wrong.
I change my locks
Take back the key, but
She finds an alternate way
To get inside.
I think I learned her tricks.
I understand her twisted games.
Her ability to make me confused
Even after I choose a path.
Her ability to keep me guessing
And going in circles
Like a merry-go-round.
It isn’t fair.
I hate the way she makes me look
When I can’t answer a question
Because I’m unsure of the answer.
When I can’t choose a direction
Because both paths seem right.
My life feels like multiple choice questions.
At every step I’m making guesses.
The safest option from A to D is C.
Because I can’t figure out what to do
My life needs option E
For all of the above.
Indecision
Never met her
But I know her…
I think.
(C) Dana Young July 26, 2024
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