Stay

The unknown disrupts my well-crafted plans.

I choose to stay.

The ambivalence destabilizes my stylized world.

I choose to stay.

The grief scrapes my soul.

With each tear shed
each whisper of doubt
each glimmer of what might of been
I choose to stay.

There will be a time
for plans
for dreams
for hope

But for now it is
in the unknown
in the ambivalence
in the grief
where I choose to stay.


*Poetry is not something that I do, but in sporadic attempt to explore new ways to express my thoughts about life and the world, I’m giving it a try.

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