quandary

standing at life’s
critical crossroads
have no choice but to
consider self first

beset with lifelong bogies
that may have finally come
home to roost – fears keep
me awake nights and days

choices are scant
bite the bullet I must
go on ahead with stiff
upper lip and take my

medicine with head high
regardless of where chips
may fall, will have to cross
those bridges with aplomb

body has always been
a ticking bomb and now
battery of tests will render
final verdict

have managed to nip
quakes in limbs and
person but how to tackle
incessant cackle in head?

will simply pray –
move on ahead and
get on with business of living
happen what may~
~
(words can be cathartic)

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