The Inquiry

Inner turmoil, imagining another possible path.

Sitting pathetically in the center of my bed,
Thinking of the impactful words he has said.
My happy face has dissolved for the day,
Tears washed washed it away, on this day in May

Rhyming does nothing if you can't express
the torture inside; how everything is a mess.
If I were not an overachiever, it wouldn't be hard
But I've told everyone my plans, played all my cards.

I feel constrained, bound to follow my word
Fiercely independent, stubborn, and need to be heard.
I have things to shout, life secrets to digress times
So I may never be caught in a state of undress.

I'm the one person who holds it together;
The glue, but can I stand the heavy weather?
I have time lines, schedules, I'm ready to commit.
But if I stop the wheels turning, am I a hypocrite?

And if I were to choose that second path,
And extend the emotions we shared in a bath?
Our life could be wonderful, but at what cost?
Give it all up to live with the Love that I lost?