Confrontation

Time and time again,

My feet itch to run.

The voice from my heart,

Ceases to release hold on me,

Rock in the middle of the road,

Do I kick it to the curb?

To kick it to the curb,

No, I refuse to stumble and fall,

For when I hit the ground,

Pieces of me fade.

Do I leave it alone?

To leave it alone,

Yes, I take the spill.

Whoa, not too hasty now!

Pause the situation,

Think it over,

Come back later.

I close my eyes,

With each breath,

The tension fades.