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.
Stood in life’s predicament
immobile on the sill,
I wait for grand encouragement,
to warm this awful chill.
If frozen at the brink I stand,
persist in stagnant stall,
my feet will melt to silken sand.
gone my soul, my all.
Born in 1945, Kathryn Collins is a native New Yorker now living in Connecticut whose works have been described as “a gentle sort of poetry” by the editor of her first book No Need for Breadcrumbs, published by BeWrite Books, 2004. Her work has also appeared in numerous anthologies. Inspired by her beloved grandmother, she developed a great love of poetry at an early age and has been writing for 20 years.