Ambivalence
I thought I could be ready. To 'cross that bridge' To 'weather that storm' Enough time has passed, My fill of heartache endured, Now a new love could form. Hesitant, unsteady, the path so unsure, Cautious and tempered in each intimation. Awareness creeps in, a chill to the core, A silent heart denies love's formation. The want of a life, Return to before, is no longer the desired destination. The "should be", the rote, Patterned choices in my past, now a questionable proclamation. "You are naive and unprepared." "You have no need to explore." "Stop here," my mind stalls. That bridge will have to wait, Would I survive another storm? I back away as uncertainty calls.