Come Back

My life faces these two words

Each day,

Sometimes as a question

Or with an asterisk of condition

Or a pointed explanation

Or all three in combination.

But a battle rages within my soul

Over what I want to return to my life.

Each day.

Often probabilities and sensibilities

And the devil-I-know reliabilities

Clash with flexibilities and liberties

That would expose my vulnerabilities.

I wish the battle would subside

And allow me to live my best life

Each day.

Deep down I want to expand my capabilities,

Put myself out there, embrace hopeful infinities,

But like a fish goes after a lure despite miseries

That may lie ahead, I give in to my proclivities.

Each day.