Unable to decide which to post to,
indecision and lack of ambition
solidify her in this position
without inspiration or patient muse.
Iambic pentameter, sweet refuge!
Give structure of your volition
to scattered words and, with your permission,
this scribe will abandon her tortured blues.
Advancing on to the sestet, she now
attempts to turn on previous confines
assigned to certain poetic bliss by
unfamiliar form. Embracing from now
on the tough task to write outside the lines
she resolves to endure failure and try.