Fear to Choose
Paralyzed
With indecision
No perfect answer
No intuition
Out of rhythm
Out of sync
I am so tired
Of trying to think
Lists can’t help
Pristine rows
Won’t even speak
Least of all to me
The past
Has used its head
Pros and cons
They were friends
Until 3am crept in
To start the use of heart
Firing up the longing
Muddling and meddling
The contents there within
Friends won’t choose
To speak again
When asked to sort it out
So rudimentary
I’ve become
In skills for resolution
Abandoned by the only tools
I ever learned to use
Vaporous logic
She does not dare exist
For those who are immune
Vanessa Nix Anthony
July, 2006

