Saturday, May 17, 2014

the perfect storm...

The challenge presents itself,
what stays, what goes.

Some of it is income,
a bit of money,
also tied to my self worth,
my contribution to the whole.

Can I push that aside
to concentrate on a passion
that brings no dollars or cents?

Fashion, poetry,
can I do both, do both well?

The scales heavy with options,
I do not know the answers.

My days full of anxiety, confusion,
these feelings uncomfortable,
I pace.

My time is limited, valuable,
I do not have the extravagance of youth.

My mind is muddied, clouded,
I await a storm,
thunder, lightning, driving rain,
a sliver of light, a direction.

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