Choices: Voices

Life comes to the climax
Choices close in:
Suicide or
Become a poet who writes about suicide or
Be the dreamer who wanders alone
In forests and along shores. Thinking.
Always thinking
Thinking about writing poetry or lonely songs.
Thinking how close one can come to the edge
And look down sober without fear.

The loud ones say, "I, me, my mine,"
These are whiny and persistent.
Beyond them and softer are words
Of sacrifice, caring and concern.
We are here to learn.

- C. S. Cholas
December 24, 2022