Terry O'Leary


Only I Decide My Fate


At times when I am dark and deep
joy but flickering dim,
I upon the portal keep
stilled like phantom limb.

Braced by winter's welkin wind,
distant clouds unfold,
where once the roar of laughter dinned
I taste the burning cold.

Stood in life's predicament
immobile on the sill,
I wait for grand encouragement,
to warm this awful chill.

Stranded in the winter bleak,
with breezes bitter blown
slicing like the sleet oblique
I find myself alone

If frozen at the brink I stand,
persist in stagnant stall,
my feet will melt to silken sand.
gone my soul, my all.

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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