Penned From The Heart

Stuck Here

In-between and at the edge,

Round about it and yet caught at the middle of it all in the end.

Getting a grip of the sides yet holding on tightly to the rough edges.

A dark hole threatening to swallow me up there

Yet a bubbling hot pool of fury and unsaid words boils underneath me.

It waits patiently to scorch me if I dare make a mistake.

Just like a garden of roses,

The beauty and the pain are both present.

The colourful hue is like the soft cushioning of the warm and fond memories.

Yet the thorns prick me like the way you turned you back on me.

Here I am, stuck here in this dilemma.