The Next Course of Action

As of late, I’ve been staring down the realization of what I have to do in the face. This thought and eventual action and I are not exactly friends. I’ve been finding everything in my power to avoid the inevitable. Ah, the power of denial; it’s a rigid and consuming ordeal.

So, what’s the inevitable?

Finding the strength, or a better descriptor would be “courage,” to do what I know is the right, taking care of myself. In short, this decision boils down to starting over … again.

Moving On

Sitting here, acknowledging my needs are unfilled

And cataloging each one on the sustenance scale

Reassure self I’m still a low-maintenance gal

Considering every strength and asset I possess

Assigning each one a weighted value

Affirming I am something very real

Then why can’t that pit in my belly release and be full?

I am supposed to be valued and loved by this man

Feet slip further down an unforgiving road

Yet, communications have been honest and true

There can be no fault or place of blame

I can’t accept the position we’re in

Therefore; what choice do I have expect to move on.