Pot Luck

flower-in-a-pot

The paralyzing fear called doubt
seeps in through every hollow place,
fighting fragility, I slide backward;
losing my grip, focus fading-

procrastination lurking there
like a familiar old friend for dinner.

the beady-eyed face of tomorrow
staring, like that blackbird on a wire
tempting me to fall again.

Then, light saunters in
like a flower through a crack;
like love,

blooming

in the middle of winter.

 


© Linda Bullerwell, 2016

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