It is hard to decide
between the axe and the train
there are sleepless nights with tears
a faded glow from the lamp beside me
prompted to wipe them away
with a hope that the next day would be better
it is difficult to decide the way to heal
between
A few pain stitches
and a gentle dip in blood

I am far from the clouds but an easy dip can drag me back to the cave where the sun is uninvited
crawling back to where
I started with a bitter relish in my Soul
My mind knows how it goes and wonders what the unknown road tastes like...

But it takes a few painful stitches will
Who knows it is a rarely chosen path
the change might be greener...
the pain might be healed with pride