Poem: Cesura

hope, is the thing that paralyses

inertia – the toughest hill to climb

expectation; remains undefined

it hasn’t worked out

well – so far.

so I’ll just carry on – until it does

or…does not.

the exit plan isn’t firm

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either way.

I’m not one for inspirational speeches,

- nor one to seize the day.