Indecision is a disease
With few treatments.
I have seen it become plague,
Communities laid waste.

I have held pause in palm
Like a balance beam,
Trying to find something
To tilt the scale.

These are the pains
Of being.

This is the story of
Unfinished chapters,
Characters undeveloped,
Plot never told.

Dreams, just dreams.

This was the poem
That still found its way
To a page.


~Written by: Virgenal Owens

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