Paralyzed By Uncertainty in Life And Times

  • Jan. 25, 2026, 3:54 a.m.
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Not in a wheelchair, though still paralyzed and don't want to move

There's a fork in the road up ahead, one of two paths I'll need to choose

Carefully walking across pins and needles, the next step could make me bleed

Weakened and defeated, failure is the only reward I think I'll receive

Living in darkness, my inner sanctuary remains my haven

I dare not set foot outside, hidden from the world, unkempt and unshaven

The air is heavy here, but to me, it's familiar and its mine

Within the confines of my world, I am me, whether cordial or unkind 

Fear and danger are no obstacles, barriers that she somehow no longer sees

Yet she couldn't wait to walk away and avoid me, like I had some kind of disease

She feels a lack of control, and an inexplicable feeling she would hope not to lose

The distance, her absence, nothing that I would ever deliberately choose

No pain or anything broken, but it feels like some kind of contusion

Can't explain how it got there, still overwhelmed by a great deal of confusion

Nothing makes sense now, what is fake and what is real

Once filled to the brim with confidence, now I don't know what to feel 

I fell for it once before, the warmth, the smile, and those soft brown eyes

Unwilling to be duped again, deadly afraid to move towards the light

There was a measure of comfort there, which for a moment I had come to rely

It was inviting, fulfilling, and strong, then without warning or notice, it had suddenly died

Her heart skips a beat, while mine is reluctant and weak

Shaken and in the fetal position, struggling to find the confidence to speak  

My words and voice no longer have any power, I'm no better than your average mute

Could've serenade her with ease before, but now nothing I say is cute

What used to soothe and even arouse, those words now fall upon ears gone deaf

Never had a chance to make amends, don't think I have any more chances left

She walked away so easily, like there was nothing about me that mattered

Now I lie here defeated, bloodied, bruised, and battered

Being vulnerable failed me miserably and in the end, it left me exposed

Should kept my demons corralled, and fought harder to keep my heart closed 

Gave her real and raw emotion at times and maybe opened up a bit

Wondering where it all fell apart, now baffled and alone here I sit

Eyes were open, fantasies exchanged, no doubt we shared a connection

Now those are just memories, hurling me into an unexpected period of reflection

Eyes shut, mouth closed, my spirit dead and lifeless like a cadaver

Breath is gone, words evaporated, not an ounce or hint of laughter

Figured she's not interested in listening, think my options are running dry

Maybe there was a misunderstanding, couldn't resolve it, she never let me try

Missing that closeness, but I'm afraid to go near

Thought I could trust her, now through these veins courses fear

She'll reach out her arms, but is it for a hug or perhaps a slap

Want to flee back to my darkness and avoid the light, don't want this to be a trap

Was once exceedingly confident and in using my words, I thought I was adept

She'll tell me never dare to leave her, but then how come she was the one who left?



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