Indecision

The world whirled around her
Dizzying heights and disappointing lows
The winds blew her to a place she knew
Perhaps from a dream, or maybe not.
Deja-vu or Presque-vu or something else entirely.
It made no difference.
She watched with a blank face
While her mind rose up and danced away.
She put her foot out,
And stepped up to the height,
Of the expectations,
And then the world she knew settled into simple dimensions
Not whirls and streaks, like Impressionist blurs.
Just lines and outlines, and colour in between,
And she knew she was back
Somewhere she understood.
She tried, she fought
Herself and everything else,
She didn't understand why she had to.
But she did.
And do you know what ?
She won.

It's a happy ending.
Maybe.
For when one part of you wins and another loses,
Can you consider it a victory for yourself ?
She couldn't decide.
Stalemate.
Again.