I would befriend hesitation,
take her shopping with me,
invest the time,
but impulse
is my constant companion.
Hesitation,
born of shared trauma,
labours over pain-filled decisions
My need is palpable,
throbbing,
must suffocate it,
weighted beneath
layers of numbing fabric
Afraid to show myself,
afraid that she will find me,
block any progress,
or worse
make my pay for these layers
of stolen moments…
encounter crazy reflected in her eyes
(Poem first appeared here June 2016. This version has been edited. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 
Battles with inner self wonderfully expressed, VJ. I wish I could find the balance. That is a stunning image, VJ.
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Poignant and thoughtful–hesitation v. impulsive. There must be a happy medium.
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we are always in battle, with these parts of our own selves, and somettimes, when these sides of us want to come out, and we don’t want them to, we struggle, to keep our minds, sane, and sometimes we succeed, and sometimes, we, fail, but, that’s okay, because we are, humans.
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A very poignant poem VJ đŸ¥²
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VJ, I found the image you’ve used to be stunning and a wonderful compliment to the poem.
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Thank you
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