Standing in the center of the room,
folded on to herself like a flower,
she waits for the first strum of music.
Uncurling her hands up to the air
like petals of a rose, each unfurling
to love’s sympho...
I stand in indecision on the road
Staring through the tunnel
And into the mist on the other side.
I can see from whence I came
But not where I will go,
As the mist hides the way.
Do I dare leave the f...