Eyes unable to resist looking
underneath her bed, a long abandoned secret
slowly walks toward it, then quickly backs away
an invitation to temptation
took a lot of courage to even start to fight
winning in the beginning,
in the end unable to tame a rebel heart
should she
walk out with shame for attempting to relive old depravities?
or
retrieve the torn pages she refuse to get rid of
because the haunting of the past she seems to enjoy?
There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.-- William James (1842 - 1910)
