Poem: Undone

Undone

I have not, 
not yet, 
but I should,
should have, even.
It is not clear
why I am waiting
but I know
it is just fear
even if
I am not certain
which fear, quite.
There are many
that could be
involved in this.
I have no doubt
it is not one thing,
that it is more
and complicated.
Still, it is a simple thing
and I should act
before much longer.
I know all of that.
Still, I am hesitant,
am hesitating, 
am not doing it.
I will, I tell you,
I will do it, today, 
maybe, or tomorrow.
I will do it, though.
I will.  That is true.
I promise, that is true.

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