Whether to be or not to be,
To take a chance on you and me.
What to do or not to do,
A second choice for me and you.
Infinite possibilities there,
What to withhold or what to share.
Strands of viable outcomes meet,
Wait your permission before they seek
The path, or strand you then will take.
The random choice that’s now your fate
So trembling stand at crossroad, ready,
Deep breath, gather thoughts to steady
Inner fears that question choice.
Doubting Thomas, the loudest voice.
Sum of all the knocks before,
Unlovely memories sure to store.
Waiting chance to re-emerge.
When on precipice of choice you verge.
Insidious like a creeping worm,
Into conscious life they squirm.
To eat away at self esteem,
Beneath the outer shell you seem
Untouched, unlined by life’s pathway, pain,
But deeper dig, we’re all the same.
The needy, unloved, forsaken, broken,
Unwanted, invisible, your words are spoken.
In every line you bare your soul,
Fractured, splintered, far from whole.
The same emotions we all feel.
The need to write, the need to heal.
Will someone one day hear your voice?
Will they make that second choice?
Will they see the inner you?
Complex, conflicted varied hue,
A kaleidoscope of choices made,
Paths you’ve trodden straight, or strayed.
The dead ends blindly headed for,
The maze of twists and turns galore.
The straight and narrow, rocky road
Brings burdens light or heavy load.
The scented garden, leafy lane,
The garden path, belies its name.
They’re all path choices,
It’s in the air,
Floating free like windswept hair.
It hovers in the balance free,
Do you take that second chance with me?