I sit
to contemplate
my future. What will be
will be was never my preferred
mantra.
I want
to make choices
grown from my heart, my soul.
No more rash decisions rooted
in fear.
And yet
the angst looms still.
No faith in fate springs from
the past and I lack courage to
push on.
I need
a crystal ball
to tell me all will work
out as I yearn for sanguine prom-
ises.
I must
rally or risk
stagnation. Forge ahead.
Pretend I know the pathway but
can I?
I’m joining the March Poetry Slam at yeah write with this crown cinquain.
I am there with you on that cinquain journey…
Sounds like we both need crystal balls.
There is a scary gap between taking your time to make the right choices and knowing when to recognize the best scenario when it is presented to you (I’m thinking new jobs here. That’s what I took from this contemplative poem.)
It’s new jobs for sure coupled with your standard issue writer self-doubt. So much risk, so much unknown. But this is life, I guess, right?
Yes, you can! <3
Aw, thanks, Meg! <3
That last question, so perfectly done, the “crown” of a thoughtful, sympathetic piece. 🙂
The questions, self-doubt and angst is so palpable, and familiar, and you bring it all to life in a cinquain – impressive! Sometimes, all the answers are right, it just depends which path you’d rather follow 🙂
What will be will be was never exactly my preferred mantra either. I need a crystal ball too.
This is beautifully done. Kind of cool what you did with promises. I got an image of broken promises coupled with what you said, no faith in fate springs from the past.
I agree with the others, you can do it!
I also say yes you can! And I’m impressed you wrote such a long cinquain. I stopped after one stanza 😉