Dilemma
I am scared
Of changes that wash away old rains
I am scared of not wishing to relive them again
I am scared that I may perchance amend,
With fuzzy words that others may lend.

Sometimes I would rather sail.
Sometimes I would rather fail
Than having to let go.

But then

I am scared
Of my riddle and sieve
I am scared that I wont retrieve
Few mismatches and fallacies
That shape love’s delicacies


Sometimes I would rather break,
Sometimes I would rather shake
Than be in my placid comfort