in my shoes

I met someone recently who makes me feel comfortable in my own shoes.
Part of me wants to get to know that person.
I met someone who appreciates me for who I am.
However the other half of me holds me back.
I met someone who keeps me grounded.
What if I'm wrong about that person?


As I continue to debate with myself on whether to make that next move,
it becomes unfortunately too late.
This wanting-and-not-wanting becomes a ritual.
My indecisiveness not only keeps me in a corner
but it digs a deep hole, only to seclude me from the rest of the world.

I take this as a lesson for myself;
An experience, which maybe you (reader) can learn from.


Imagine yourself in my shoes while I in yours.








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