Choices.
When sleep leaves
and tendrils of light seep gently
into a dawn,
my opened eyes see
clearly
an adventure ahead.
I shall repent of any one minute
wasted in this glorious
nearly-new day
which early sings out to be taken
and seized, then
molded to what pleases me.
It is twenty four more hours
of life,
and make of it what I will,
I know it to be a
given time.
An exciting space.
Mine.
To choose what to be, victim
or hero,
to look below or above.
Will I peruse the stars or the mud ?
Shall I shine, or prevent love
lighting my heart,
or could I appear
to be happy yet feel sad
deep inside.?
There will be others who
inhabit this day
who might need me to show
them a way to smile.
Choices are free to be made
and I shall hope
to choose love\'s voice today.