![]() DecisionsA Poem by Matriarch![]() Decisions are really f*****g hard to make![]() It feels like two hands wrapping around you Making you choke on your insecurities The results are like the bruises That scatters all over your neck They are marks you’ve survived The skin that is left untouched Is the memory of what could have happened And the reminder that I can not only get through it But succeed © 2014 Matriarch |
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