“Hesitations Outside the Door”

— by Margaret Atwood

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I’m telling the wrong lies,
they are not even useful.

The right lies would at least
be keys, they would open the door.

The door is closed; the chairs,
the tables, the steel bowl, myself

shaping bread in the kitchen, wait
outside it.

I found this short thought provoking poem yesterday and couldn't help myself to post it herre.

Tell me if you're like me, a hesitant one, or you're more of a decision taker for everything?