Picture Two

Behind the curtain of choices
She hangs by indecision,
Floating between premises;
To rise or to fall.
With little to no control,
Suspended by unseen threads;
Fear, lack, in-balance or not enough cards
If I could help, I’d knit her threads
So she can hang by factors;
By choices of swinging forward or back
I’d add colours; ROYGBIV, precisely
That way, she’s not stuck on one
She can choose the ground or the clouds,
She can be something
Even if she’s not standing

Hybrid