Do Something.

I’m scared of decisions
and definitive endings
and beginnings.
I’m scared of dashed yellow lines
that lead to places father away,
and I’m afraid of the possibilities
that show their face
when I let go and move on
without a second glance back.
Because these strings around my heart
suffocate its beating
and pull me in directions it cannot follow.
I need
to cut the ties
if I ever think I’ll have a chance of
making it.

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