LIFE

Life gives us choices,

some in direct access,

others hiding in disguises.

What do we choose to see?

Is this who I should be?

And it hurts, it hurts

in tears i want to burst,

inside my rage, combust.

I can name it, direct it and feel it,

Is that enough or is not it?

In a ball I want to curl,

but straight ahead I go on,

with just myself to rely upon.