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there's a fence with my name on it, and I've named it indecision
This door is revolving
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
I'm happier when I'm not here
but there's comfort in the known
and I keep trying to find
something to hold on to
But my fingers slip
and your fingers slip
and we both know a truth
we can't say
without exposing the cracks
in the lies that keep us here
familiar yet miserable
This door is revolving
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
My life on hold
while I stand in the doorway
one foot in, one foot out
and going nowhere
© Indie Adams 2021
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
I'm happier when I'm not here
but there's comfort in the known
and I keep trying to find
something to hold on to
But my fingers slip
and your fingers slip
and we both know a truth
we can't say
without exposing the cracks
in the lies that keep us here
familiar yet miserable
This door is revolving
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
My life on hold
while I stand in the doorway
one foot in, one foot out
and going nowhere
© Indie Adams 2021
Published 19th Apr 2021
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20th Apr 2021 12:02pm
It's such a difficult place to be and you've communicated it so satisfyingly. The way you use repetition emphasises the indecision, stuck in the same place, stuttering maybe...
Now, I don't want to be giving relationship advice to narrators...but when you know, you know whether there's a burst of energy left in there to ramp it up and try again, or just jump free into your safety net. Cheers, Miss Indie
Now, I don't want to be giving relationship advice to narrators...but when you know, you know whether there's a burst of energy left in there to ramp it up and try again, or just jump free into your safety net. Cheers, Miss Indie
20th Apr 2021 2:13pm
You're on the precipice of a new life, Indie. Fully letting go of the former is one of the most difficult things that we learn to do while in this human experience. You've expressed that here perfectly; no frills, no ornamentation, just a simple human emotion which demonstrates the age-old battle between brain and heart.
