call it Fence-Sitting

Like Birds on a Wire

By: the iHope Poet

She was waiting at the door 

like a bird sits on a wire;

just a little ways away
with the world standing behind her.

All she needed was conviction
and the will to make a move.
Yet being so high up and distant,
made direction hard to choose.

She could turn and fly away,
Find another path to follow.
If the next door doesn't open
where she wants it to, she'll know.

So for now, she is un-knowing,
holding choices with both hands;
Facing life behind closed doorways
and away from distant lands.

Other birds still come along,
let them all wait at the door;
With the girl and her lost song,
stopped to rest and sing some more.