The Key

Feelings of yester year haunt me.

Emotions tucked so far in 

the folds of my heart they are

almost invisible.

Yet I cannot keep them from encompassing

me.

I feel a longing.

Strong and familiar

but fear of heart and hurt

keep me at bay.

Do I have the key?

I might.

I once did.

and I still could.

Fear of hurting others and myself

envelope me.

Do I stay or Do I go?

Do I speak or continue

down a road of uncertainty.

Lost but now found,

afraid of being right, knowing I'm 

not wrong.

And still

At a crossroads,

do I choose the smoothest course

or do I run full speed into beautiful chaos.

What to do.

What to do.

I will do what I WANT.

This poem is about: 
Me

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