That moment
The moment that affects all others
That choosing of a different shade of life.
The hair, a filament,
That splits before and after.
The root
Of hesitation.
That moment
The moment that affects all others
That choosing of a different shade of life.
The hair, a filament,
That splits before and after.
The root
Of hesitation.
I wish I had a (fill in the blank) for every time I hesitated and then kicked myself an hour, a day, or years later. lol
Yes indeed 🙂 I think I must have a bruised butt from all the kicking!
a fine poem, Fearless! thank you 😉
reading your pieces = a good way to begin the day
looking forward to seeing you