Stumble. Jumble. Crumble.

I daren’t tell you I feel

My fingers stumble over the keyboard

My mouth can’t shape the words.

I breathe out just a little

As I fumble my way through

This thing we call a life

Yet I remain motionless, paralysed by indecision

As my thoughts tumble around me

like leaves strewn in the autumn wind

I know I have to act

This jumble of emotions inside me

Cannot be ignored, cannot be neglected

But to act and be rejected cannot be considered

I would falter, crumble, fall

Better then sometimes not to act and to say nothing at all.