When I think of indecision, I think of squirrels crossing the street! They run out and then stop, not sure they can make it, they freeze before darting away just in time. Sometimes they don’t make it. The same is true with humans. Indecision causes us to freeze and not be able to function adequately. Sometimes we don’t survive either!
Indecision
Indecision is the cancer of the soul
The stealer of joy in life
The weight that becomes unbearable
Indecision races through the mind
Veering wildly around sharp turns
Looking over steep heart-stopping cliffs
Indecision distorts perception
Assumes answers yet to be given
Like quicksand sucking us down
Indecision all-consuming anxiety
Fear of the inevitable choice
Knowing it must be made
Indecision leaves us chained
Stealing our freedom to be
Stuck in the swamp of worry and woe
Indecision leaves us impotent
Lacking will to move on
Leaving us hollow and empty
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Roth Poetry 