Dancing on the chequered board
I’m not sure why or
what I’m waiting for,
always treading so carefully.
Tiptoeing around,
being careful not to stir.
Walking on eggshells
With each bloodied step
I’m not sure where I stand,
In a never-ending game of chess
We dance around,
umming and ahing.
It’s your move now,
Play your piece,
Stop hovering.
I can’t go first.
Take your stance,
I’m not holding my breath,
I won’t feel guilty either,
For living happily,
This dance we do…