Too close to home to deploy my umbrella
Too far from the door to avoid getting wet
The timing’s not right so I find myself pelted
By droplets of choices I haven’t made yet
-a.r.
Image: artist unknown
~ by April on November 23, 2014.
Posted in Family, Identity, Poetry
Tags: Alone, Caught, Choices, Indecision, Nature, poetry, Rain, Shelter, Soaked
Beautiful. You have a very unique and comprehensive imagination. It’s a short poem but it means a hell lot. Keep Writing!! 🙂
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