What do you do when your heart is in two places?
You kick stones. You find your place at the bar and you try not to pull that face. You stop and start and hope no one notices.
What do you do when the new groove resembles the old groove?
You dance because if you don’t? We all fall. Down.
What do you when your options narrow to a trickle and the finger of blame points back to you?
You pinch that place above your nose where the headache centers and wait for things to pass.
What do you when you can’t sing a note, but the song is there?
You turn it over to the talented ones because sometimes they can tell your story better than you can.
Lisa H Golden 