I was reading a novel last night when a phrase struck me as inspired. It was in the description of a scene by a character. The phrase was also a truth that anyone may come across.
The idea concerning people living alone and as they age, how decision-making affects them. When the slightly shabby front door closes, what pressures affect decision-making?
I suppose it struck a chord with me because in my reality, making decisions is becoming harder for many reasons.
In fact, not only was I nudged to create a story, but a more immediate emotional reaction could be in the form of a poem. Watch this space.
God Bless

