Perhaps
P erched between choices, I linger in the gray,
E very whisper of possibility tugging both ways.
R isk sits heavy, yet comfort hums its quiet song,
H oping one path proves right, fearing both could be wrong.
A ll days I balance fear with longing, want with need,
P recious moments slipping while I hesitate to lead.
S tep forward at last — though trembles chase the will to proceed.
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