You can listen with hope,
or listen in pain
But listen you shall,
as my words will explain
“You were left in a tree trunk,
neither hollow nor full
With a decision impending,
a test of your will
Your words will define,
what you praise or deny
Will they now come together,
in the truth or a lie
Do you burrow on blindly,
or tunnel beyond
What your comfort will dictate,
what the blackness desponds
One choice lands in darkness,
one reaches for light
My tracks through the shadows,
your fear cannot light
It’s down to that moment,
one last choice that defines
Will your soul choose redemption,
—or stay hidden unrhymed”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
nice piece of work... it all comes down to choice. ww
Thank you, Sir!
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