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.