I am woken up to the fact that I am still sleeping
Too much stress on me, I think am bleeding
I work hard to ascend a steep mountain, but am afraid to stand on its peek
The fear in me is making me sick
Feels like preparing a delicious meal and yet not eat it
I can not handle so much, but I hope I will do it
If you've also lost as many times as i have, you will understand
That I am only trying to safeguard my mind
For if I lose again, I will not stand
But if I win, I will put up my hand
Choices sound like voices
Asking me If i am afraid of success
Well, am I?
* The poem is meant for those people battling indecision. Don't forget to vote for this story. Stay blessed