This Place in the Center

I stand on the cusp of acceptance,
And behind me waits disaster.
This place in the center,
This unanswered potential,
Is more livable than resolution
Yet, I expect conclusion
From all those around me....
Should I encourage any more from them
Than they do from myself?
What is it I'm expecting
From these waiting, wild hordes--
Do I await their begging,
A show of trembling hands?
Why is it true that I'm scared,
Worried about strange audience--
Does their decision make me....
For what do I seek from them?
Would it be a true hurt
If I spilled my words on them
In a place where they're already bibbed?
How come I can't force out fear?
Is this the name for hesitance....
I've been waiting for a woman to arrive,
The same one I felt before:
For this, she will not come to pass.
So I reach for the sky with my eyes,
And continue in this place in the center.