I lived in the grey
between the black and the white
Procrastination
the mortal enemy
of my intentions
Self-delusion, that little voice
telling me, that I could not
Dissuaded me over and over
until I recognised it
as an illusion
Dissolving in the light
slowly becoming a puddle
beneath my feet
as I turned and walked away
down the long road to freedom
Vanquishing my demons
Leaving perfect footprints
in my wake
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 