I’ve reached my limit–
I’ve been here for a while now,’
torn between what I want/should do.
Here I am at this fork,
to the left another chance to launch
a fiction book. To the right, an open
door to finish a class to break into print.
And I cry because I don’t know the road I
should take & beg
my heart you take.
I really love not checking mail all day. And then scrolling through going: why am I given another chance to be on a launch team, for fiction. A little more: they’re going to let me finish this class I bailed on 3 years ago? I don’t know if I really want to do this..
Goes to check book for this launch: yeah, I can agree with the princess of the story. Restless, wanting to escape (more my mind).. But it’s the last day to apply..they’re picking people tonight..is this a trap?
Looks at class with these thoughts: what can I write? Ugh.
God knows I want to learn to write under a deadline but not out of striving, which is what I feel I’ll do with both of these. I’d like to drop both and be like, whatever, I’m done.
I’d like to apply for the launch and see if I get rejected. That would help me hear God’s voice over the liar and my own fear…
See, this is my limit.