Tenuous lines hold me in a 

fragile balance. 

The unattainable decision is

temptingly within reach. 

What presents that unthinkable fate

is beyond my understanding.

And yet....it is always there. 

Life's balance has become

sickeningly clear with the passing years. 

No more ambivalence.

No more nebulous definitions.

No more unresolved confusion. 

The panes of glass are no longer

stained and smudged with selfishness.

There are no windows.

Only an open door.

The direction is so simple. 

To go on is so obviously clear.

The temptation towards insanity

Is my constant companion. 

An obnoxious but faithful attendant.

My life's lessons have accumulated like

Multi-colored knick-knacks

Set carefully on a stable shelf.

The sun warming them each day,

Gathering the dust of love and hate.

A windowless house.

A single open door. 

A collection of dusty knick-knacks.

Welcome to my humble home. 

drf

written January 2002