On their own
The reward of being a coward
Leaves little less to be desired
About moral truths or inquisitions
Or spiritual enlightment and asking for help,
Which in itself makes the individual
Sullen and dreary to take charge of their own life
Which slips away ever so slowly
To never see the lessons learned.
Or perhaps to never yield to that which they know
But wish not to acknowledge
For with acknowledgment comes guilt
With guilt, action
With action, growth.
A concept fearful in itself,
Because it means they dared to err,
Dared to see, dared to believe
In the power of their mistakes
And in the strength of their endurance.
Age 18
copyright Wendy Torres 2000