there comes a point when
decisions need to be made.
when it's time
to decide on which way to go,
what to do
about so many things.
the rose colored glasses
are broken on the floor.
the dream has died.
to stay or go.
to jump or swim, to linger
in the malaise,
or be strong
and run towards the inevitable
end.
it takes courage, guts,
guile and wisdom, a life
saving break
to finally bring things
to a close.
it's
not an easy thing to do
at any age, but especially
now, to be brave and decide,
but
the option is worse, to
stay and ignore the pain,
the hurt, to pretend
and deny.
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