Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Two Choices

Nothing solid, the ground wet and slippery
Icicles form, melting into puddles of misery

Sunlight shines, forcing misery to spread
Feeling sadness, still I forge on ahead

Through motion, my balance is regained
Basic survival, simply how life is sustained

Misery puddles, I step in and lament
How quickly, the past becomes the present

The sun, guiding away from this sadness
Beams on, a shining happiness atlas

Choices; avoid the puddles and follow
Or stay, sink into despondency and wallow?