Quandary

Quandary

Laid my head down with some ire as my pillow
Brain is enigmatized;
Saw quagmire peeking out my shut window
Heart is traumatized.

Bliss-filled darkness,
Tragic brightness;
Should I let go or stay?
Every trice is a quandary.

The harder I reckon
Of this as a fantasy
The more the senses beckon
This could be the reality.

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Fay is a Jill of all trades. She is a licensed professional teacher, content editor, HR Manager, and self-published author. She has published two books on Amazon and is currently working on her goal of printing her books locally. At present, she is an editor at LexisNexis®+UK and handles four practice areas (Family, In-house Advisor, Pensions, and Practice Management). Fay is also an HR Manager at Little Rain Center, where she reports three times a week. On weekends, she continues to teach English online to her private students and also takes on content writing jobs from Upwork sometimes. Some of Fay's favorite things to do are having coffee with her family and friends, reading books, creating beauty content (she is a UGC creator), making resin crafts, and playing her guitar. She has written a few songs back then but is not planning to pursue a music career anytime soon.