We can be our own
Worst enemies and best friends
We have the choice to nurture and grow
Or burn our candles at both ends
We can learn to let go and
Set our spirits free
Or chose to traverse
On a self-destructive spree
We possess the wisdom
To choose when to be chagrined
We have the innate Impetuosity
To throw caution to the wind
We can choose to lug baggage
And harbour trepidation
We can choose to purge our
Soul of such edgy sensation
We have choice
In each of life’s turn or circumstance
It’s these choices that contour
Our inner substance
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the title is lovely !
I agree with Scribby 🙂 And the poem, ofcourse 🙂
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That is so beautifully put LOI… all in a nutshell but a lot more than just that
… and Mwaaahs to you for that title 🙂