poetry, writing


A realist caught up in the fantasies in her own mind.

A nervous shell of a woman being driven by deep desires.

A planner ready to jump feet first into the fire.

Can she truly make a one eighty on her life?

Should she abandon the safe to chase the impossible?

Is her mind playing tricks, or is all of this a set of signs….

Is it time to leap?

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