Choices
The Wrong Decision
A change in the air
I can sense
something creeping, darkly.
Maybe.
Benign, drifting, gently...
depending, really
upon
the outcome.
Is she truly the one holding the cards?
Needing choice but
decision can be deadly
in the wrong hands.
Appears cold, callous, cruel... yet
if only you knew
the depth of feeling, rivers of hurt
just below the surface.
Years of pain.
She has learnt to build a dam, the rivers muted for a while but
unable to stop at source, the waters spill over
And the heart
forgets to beat.
(2015)
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