I thought I’d posted this one late, but I may have posted #9 early? In any case, here’s today’s poem. I’m also working on a short story that I may post here today or tomorrow, we’ll see!
What holds me back?
Is it something I lack?
Is it merely opinion,
or something that’s fact?
Do I take a step,
just to tread on another?
Do I wait, indecisive,
complicit and smothered?
How much of this is self-inflicted?
How many of my interests, considered conflicted?
Should I surrender my peace for the sake of advancement?
Or hide back away in my land of enchantment?