Two

Separated by metre,

    Divided by time,

The Life that we lead,

    Could instead be sublime,



A fear is to be faced,

    Sometimes to survive,

Though it may well be better,

    To Cover and Hide.



Then foot after foot,

    Finger by thumb,

Gives us reason to stay,

    Not panic and run.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes one goes, sometimes one stays.

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gentle's picture

This is a truth that we all face in our lives at one time or another whether by choice or by chance.

Well said, well done.

Amy


Gentle is the night♥