Indecisive Poem by Bridgette Elizabeth Dalton

Have I loved too fast? too often? too much?
Skipping from merely existing to eternal crush?
What if what I see is much less than I let on?
My heart cannot start to see signs of another dawn.

Thus far this flower's bloomed in two very different fields.
In one's been a drought,
but the other's sprouting
new blooms day by day.

But the wind that has carried the seed of love from one land to the next
has encountered a pain at the thought of rain
nature's course leaves me feeling perplexed

I'm nurtured and supplied and photosynthesized
safely rooted in new love's soil
but if rain should come again
to the dry lands of my past, could 'bliss' spoil?

For in the midst of the fresh sun's kiss
one must somehow wonder
if I heard again his chant
and could somehow replant
my roots
would I once more fall under...
his spell... that wasn't so much a hex as a mutual hypnosis?
but how could i desert the one who'd never hurt me
the one who gave me roses?

so where do i go? shouldn't one know?
what if i had the chance
to go back to the man who first held my hand...
it's first love versus first dance.