I lived in the grey
between the black and the white
procrastination the mortal enemy
of my intentions
self-delusion, that little voice
dissuading 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 