The Choice


The Choice

You are a seed of stars
ready to burst into light

don’t wait for sunnier days
when the ground unfolds
its green bed and life wakes
in a chorus of color

inside of you an eternal spring waits
ready to bloom

it can grow with each breath
kissing forgotten cells with love

where will you place your sacred
lips? To whom will you give life?

fear is a vampire
a vacuum
a black hole dissolving air
and light into the void of darkness
but you can chose where to send
your breath, your light
your love

you can choose
in each moment
how to live

4 thoughts on “The Choice

    1. I’m glad to hear that, as I began this poem a couple of days ago and it ended up taking an entirely different turn today than I though it would! There’s always a reason. xo and blessings to you 🙂


      1. alienorajt

        Yes, I agree, Alethea: The message dictates the pace, in a sense, doesn’t it? We think we control our words – but I suspect we don’t, not really: We are briefly ensouled and then the Muse drifts off to pastures new. xxx


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