I was reluctant to begin
To press start entailed
Commitment and belief
An act of faith
My doubting heart eschewed
Bravery I fear I lacked
I was hesitant to call
To press the buttons necessary
A singular confidence
To wait to hear your voice
Mere moments of sheer hell
And perhaps the courage
To fail, lingered distant
On my horizon
I was avoiding a beginning
Press start would mean
A possible ending loomed too soon
I wandered lost within
A pure, death white room
And waited and I waited
For hopefulness to bloom
© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
“A pure death white room” Is a beautiful line.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Nice. Which is easier to press in a relationship Start or Stop?
Both are hard I think!! thanks John!! 🙂 🙂
I was going to say start was harder, but had to think about the fact that start is positive outlook and stop is usually negative. (Now I am over thinking)
It is so hard to press that start button sometimes… 🙂 xxxx Love it!!
Very true, thanks dear Sis!! 🙂 🙂
Great poem! that start button is a terrifying thing!
It certainly is! thanks Elaine!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful prose. The trepidation before hitting the start button is the worse for me. Hitting it has been “life affirming.” Good luck with with all of your starts!
Thanks so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂