A SWING Poem by Fatiha Morchid

A SWING



On the choice swing
Fear hurls me
Into the bosom of "No"
Desire grows for "Certainly"
Persistence rebels
"No", "A thousand times no"
then, "Aye", "Certainly"
. . . and "Why not"


I run away from the decision guillotine
To embrace "Perhaps"
While . . .
While . . .

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