Portions

Plate piled high with heaping portions,
Of options for the taking,
Opportunity that runneth over,
What to choose,?
What to choose?
At a buffet befitting a queen,
May my eyes not be bigger
Than my metaphorical stomach.

There Will Be Change

The door is open,
Something I’ve longed for,
For so long,
And still my foot hesitates,
My leg quivers,
My body shivers

at the unknown
of the other side,

Possibilities,
Good or bad,
A divergence from what is already had,
But whether or not I move through,
I will still be moving,
There will still be difference,
This is a conveyer belt life,
Nothing ever remains,
Whether or not you change tracks,
There will still be change