Shoes at the door

both mine

both pointing in opposite directions.

One a warm

cozy pair of slippers.

The other a sturdy

pair of walking shoes.

I could slip into my warm cozy slippers

and have a gentle slow day.

I could slip into my sturdy walking shoes

and venture out into the world.

It seems as if they are there lined up

waiting for me to decide. 

Which will it be.

Staying in or venturing out.

Oh this head of mine

when faced with decisions.

Maybe I will just wait and see

where my feet land.

© candace kirby

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