Between a rock and a hard place;
that’s what it’s called.
When you don’t know if you should
gee or haw
fight or flee.
So you freeze.
A rock and a hard place.
Indecision.

Stuckness.

Hopeless.

Enmired.

How to escape?

I don’t know.

Maybe I need to live
in this in-between time.

Waiting, listening, hoping,
and guidance may appear,
showing a way to a new place.

Meanwhile, may I find a way to
blossom where I’m planted.