Choosing Love
If I were to pick a leaf from a tree,
Could I trust that leaf was right for me.
The forest is varied, uncertain and vast,
For I can only hold one leaf at a time nowadays, not like my past.
My understanding of elimination
Is poor,
Once a confident not picky soul, now much less a whore.
Although if I’d known what I do now,
I’d correct the mistakes but in hindsight how?
As I stand below this overpowering tree,
Underwhelmed I feel by the choices above me.
(2012)
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