Buffeted I am of the wind of indecision,
I saunter and retreat in introspection,
I change I want to wrought,
Freedom from shackles of fiefdom I sought.
Enthusiasm dampened, growth repressed,
A loud voice we screamed but suppressed,
My heart flutters in prospect but situationally depressed,
The ambience sour, activities to all dour.
Should I resign and forge a path?
A question I asked but thought of wrath,
Anxiety of prospects inundating my being,
Indecision burrowing, festering and vegging.
A future I want with pride,
Like a groom on the aisle with his bride,
A change I want in status,
Indecisive I become, riveted to a spot in delusion
This poem is a reflection of my inner turbulence. I change a want of my status quo but everything looks ticklish. An attempt I am making to resign but I am not quite sure of the future. A bird in hand, they say, is worth two in the bush. But I am trying to take the blind leap which I hope will lead to my emancipation.
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