Only I Decide My Fate

Only I Decide My Fate By Kathryn Collins and Terry O'Leary At times when I am dark and deep joy but flickering dim, I upon the portal keep stilled like phantom limb. Braced by winter's welkin wind, distant clouds unfold, where once the roar of laughter dinned I taste the burning cold. Stood in life's predicament immobile on the sill, I wait for grand encouragement, to warm this awful chill. Stranded in the winter bleak, with breezes bitter blown slicing like the sleet oblique I find myself alone If frozen at the brink I stand, persist in stagnant stall, my feet will melt to silken sand. gone my soul, my all.