April 13th, 2021
Every human makes a choice when the world throws them strife. Some of us follow darkness into a sinking pit of hatred, while others do the best they can.
Contemplation on what path I will follow has been breaking my view of the real world. If I follow the path of darkness will I be able to seek redemption? What if doing the best I can with what I've been dealt just kills me?
Strife is trying to take control of me today. Will I stand tall or fall short?
This poem is about:
Me
My family