Conundrum of Sorts
Paper Poetry Prompt#3
Stuck in a conundrum of sorts -
I wonder how I ended up here.
Oh, if it were of any use pondering,
of whose making this was!
Where should I go,
Or should I even try -
what if it’s far worse
out there than it’s in here?
Evils, known and unknown
could be lurking in the dark.
What’s beyond that rock,
but who is to say?
I find myself this day,
stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Should I not budge
and watch what comes?
If things go south,
I’d blame it on chance;
if they shape out well,
I’ll rejoice in His plan,
Am I not then — but a coward,
a gambler of my life!
Rather, I should heed
to that faint voice —
deep from the gut,
whispering a choice.
Make my decision,
and own it to the end.
Though a path without a trail,
I might get lucky in company.
It doesn’t seem wrong,
nor particularly right;
but it’s my life,
and it’s time to act.
Someone once said,
Someone old and wise:
From tough choices,
tough people are born -
The tiny seed protected by the earth,
pressed so hard, it pressed so hard.
Against its mother, it pushed so hard.
Until she gave way,
to an amazing life
of possibilities.
