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

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