Put your hands together
(Haiku String)
My hands move apart
Curtains open on my day.
Decisions unmade.
I have two choices
…Conflicted; neither is best.
My hands weigh options.
Barbed wires pierce my soles.
My hands stretch to the left and right.
I am on the fence.
Hands fought for my rights.
I can’t choose not to decide.
Time is getting short.
Some ways I like both.
There’s so much more I dislike.
I can’t handle this!
Exasperated
I put my hands together
Bow my head, and pray.
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