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

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