I straddle the fence
Unsure of where
To put my foot-
Whether where
Barbed wire will
Prick me but once
The pain subsides
I’ll find myself
Surrounded with
Like-minded people.
Or on the other side,
Where I know the
Grass is greener,
But I will be all alone
At least in physical terms
Because there will
Always be one to fertilize
My drying up, soiled soul.