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Life’s Choices by L. M. Montes

The pull of life reached out to me,
and taunted with its symmetry,
so many shapes and paths that call,
which one to do or none at all,
alas I chose and it was wrong,
so others harped with nasty song,
inside I shrank and bent to cringe,
the edges of my mind so singed,
but light it came and slayed the burn,
as from mistakes the brain it learned.

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To Choose by L. M. Montes

I stand before a hall with many gateways,
deciding which to choose grips hold my mind,
waiting to pounce life’s lioness awaits,
or could it be the love of one so kind.
Decisions rock on waves so vast and fraught,
just open one and peer inside to see,
so in I walk without thinking or thought,
’twas a lioness charging after me.
I spun to run the door it laughed and shut,
revealing darkness shadows playing and such,
a light beamed round a corner calling out,
so I followed but found the light of doubt.
perhaps if I had thought decisions through,
I would have gained a love so great and true.