Untitled No. 2

When I was little

I raced raindrops

as they glided

down the car

windshield but

before I could

make up my mind

on what raindrop

I wanted,

they were gone.

As I grew older,

the decisions 

I had to make

weren't as

insignificant

as raindrops.

There were decision

that led me

to a tall

bridge with cool

water below

begging to caress

a corpse

There were decisions

that led me to 

walk away

with my life

in my palms.

There were decisions

that let me to

you.

And now I can't

decide

to stay

or

go.

I change my mind

so frequently

the only

things that

are certain about me

are given by

others.

Name, Address, Birthdate, Height, Weight.

If I'm being honest

I'm tied of

not being able

to decide on

anything.

But I think

I'll start small

with raindrops.

(M.S.)

Reviews

[PoetryPenPal]

I loved the beginning when you said,"I raced raindrops down the windshield..." It was a interesting line and poem.