My closed eyes wonder
have you been waiting for my call?
Are you one who waits?
One who waits to be
chosen
invited
picked?
Are you one who anticipates hopefully
rocking chair movement, back and forth
not going anywhere
waiting to open your door
find me standing before you?
Are you willing to be the one that shows up
arms wide, inviting in
the unprotected in downpour, ghostly gale,
frosty fear anticipating rejection?
Are you willing to hear the
no?
Are you open to the yes?
Which is more frightening?
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
I don’t know which is more frightening but I found myself wanting to seek those answers.
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Thanks for reflection on my words and sharing your experience.
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Anytime:) Your post was a delight to read
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Are you willing to hear the
no?
Are you open to the yes?
Which is more frightening?
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Thank you for the reflection Kirsten. Make it a great day.
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Lovely stream of questioning in this poetry. Even the readers are left wondering
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Thanks for the reflection. Poetry is the perfect place to consider ones own thinking.
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So very eloquent, Ah yes or no, which is more frightening.
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Thanks for the reflection Ivor.
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Oh… that delicious longing. That wondering… Deep breaths. 😍
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Thanks Mel. Your comments are always so fun to read.
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Very potent!
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Thank you.
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