Pitch Fork

Written by: Dark Mistress

Pitch Fork

Contingency,
Shifting in every direction.

Yesterday's dusk,
Settling in

Circling my every movement,
Was it to the right, or was it to my left?

Rearing, twisting, one critical stir,
Indecisiveness. Do I proceed?

Constrained, confused, shattered,
Moving forward, unable to see the onward path.

Foiled by my own steadiness,
Uneasy, unfixed, ready for descent.

Stand firmly! Nothing has been predetermined...