Betwixt

Betwixt two decisions again;

Weighing pros, cons, call & sin.

Frozen in a paralysis searching for clarity,

Despairing not; yet uncertainty remains no rarity.

Knowing neither choice ruins the world,

Still I sit, trodding through every option; thoughts swirl.

Tossed forth & backwards with little on the line,

Much meaning synthetically added so I can opine:

Purpose, feelings, generational implications;

Black & white reflections; transparent & opaque gradations.

Motives, intentions, definitions, & tactics.

Cost, benefit, upsides, downs; health risks.

Definitively uncertain,

Blindly stumbling, seeking to peek behind a divine curtain.

Prying plywood, pulling rugs, flipping every stone.

Over-spiritualizing every thoughts & feelings in every bone —

Was that You, God?… or indigestion alone?

If I write with no end, can the answer be found in my pen?

On shifting and familiar ground: I am betwixt two decisions again.