Torn
Torn
She sits and stares, all the while thinking
Will she allow it, or will she not?
For a moment she’s misguided
By the power that she’s got
While she’s sitting there and thinking
’How is this helpful to my soul?
Why is it that I am longing
To go down this deep dark hole?’
And this longing is exhausting
But it’s tempting her as well
For a moment she is feeling
Like she’s under a dark spell
All it takes is a decision
She feels helpless, she is torn
Between reason and emotion
As she sits she feels forlorn
How ironic is this feeling
When she thinks she’s in control
She knows her decision making
Can eventually take its toll
She is on the brink, not steady
The state she’s in is insecure
And she’s now a bit uncertain
Of just how long she can endure
She can sense the mood that haunts her
How it puts her to the test
Then suddenly her new intention
’I refuse to be depressed!’
Wendy Nipas
Copyright © Wendy Nipas | Year Posted 2018
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