Indecision clouds the mind
much as the veil of fog
that gently obscures the early morning moon.
Reminiscent of moments
in which resolve takes on an air of conviction,
yet uncertainty slowly drifts in.
It is said that nothing is permanent in life except change,
and I am witness to that
as I watch the dark sky surrender to the sun.
Although still masked in fog,
it carries forth the prospect of opportunity.
Thank you so much Jerry for reading and commenting on my poem Surrender.
Giving the reader a lot to digest in this simple, but timely piece of work . . . To dwell within the dark thoughts of decisions to be made or not to be made is shown to be no decision at all, because behind the darkness of the fog of despair a glimmering light of hope is visable . . . It will carry the day . . . Excellent work!