People make choices, everyday
Every second, every aching moment
What to wear, what to eat, when to speak...
All are choices, for the strong
For the very weak...
I made choices yesterday, that made me
Both cry from the stark realization of life's cruel endings
And for the joy of new life and new beginnings
I can't help but wonder if the choices made
Were the right ones, or ones made in haste
In selfish waste, am I wrong?
Am I right?
Why does it all feel so strange at night?
And why does change feel so hard?
Am I so set in my ways, I can't
Stand to let go, or let down this guard?
Sometimes you have to let something go
To truly love it...
And sometimes new things come into your life
...But why does it cut like a knife?
Do I have to bleed myself?
To understand all this and why
I made those choices, so many
Confussed and scared voices in my head
Changing so much for one thing,
Letting go of so many things I love
One to the final journey(of my own choosing)
Others possibly, to a new life
But it won't be in my life...
...Or will it?
And we make choices, even if we refuse to
You don't choose life, though it choses you
Sometimes you cry, sometimes you laugh
Sometimes you look at the knife,
Like it's the better way out...
Sometimes you scream at the top of your lungs
How good being alive feels..
And it's all in the choices you make
The chances you take...
Nobody really understands the deals..
Every second, every aching moment
What to wear, what to eat, when to speak...
All are choices, for the strong
For the very weak...
I made choices yesterday, that made me
Both cry from the stark realization of life's cruel endings
And for the joy of new life and new beginnings
I can't help but wonder if the choices made
Were the right ones, or ones made in haste
In selfish waste, am I wrong?
Am I right?
Why does it all feel so strange at night?
And why does change feel so hard?
Am I so set in my ways, I can't
Stand to let go, or let down this guard?
Sometimes you have to let something go
To truly love it...
And sometimes new things come into your life
...But why does it cut like a knife?
Do I have to bleed myself?
To understand all this and why
I made those choices, so many
Confussed and scared voices in my head
Changing so much for one thing,
Letting go of so many things I love
One to the final journey(of my own choosing)
Others possibly, to a new life
But it won't be in my life...
...Or will it?
And we make choices, even if we refuse to
You don't choose life, though it choses you
Sometimes you cry, sometimes you laugh
Sometimes you look at the knife,
Like it's the better way out...
Sometimes you scream at the top of your lungs
How good being alive feels..
And it's all in the choices you make
The chances you take...
Nobody really understands the deals..
Author notes
I wrote this about letting go, gaining new beginnings from old endings, and having to chose between things I love. Here's to life and making choices, sometimes they're wrong, but ultimately they're right.
Written July 21st, 2004
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This is a very good poem with a lot of good questions that really make you think. We definitely all make dozens of choices daily, some minor, others that will greatly impact our life. I believe that most anyone could relate to this poem which is something I find very important in poetry. Thank you for the read, it was beautiful!
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wow...this was....so what im feeling right now...well done! This really put into prospective what's going on in my life right now and how I'm dealing,wow.......this really touched me. Keep up the good work.
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Whether or not a choice is wrong depends on what you do with that choice once you make it. Remember...For EVERY action, there is an equal AND opposite reaction...so even when a choice "seems" good, it will still carry a stark contrast of some kind. What it all boils down to is whether or not you personally are willing to accept the changes your choices create and make the best of them to the fullest extent of your abilities. If you ever get the chance...read the book, "Who Moved My Cheese" by Spencer Johnson. It's one of my all time favorite books and it's an extremely easy read. It's all about changes...he's written a teen version as well, (I don't know your age), but I don't think it could much simpler than the adult version...maybe different scenarios, I don't know. I don't think you'll be sorry for picking it up. This was an excellent write. Thank you for sharing it.

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thought provoking
This poem really spoke to me! I've been forced to deal with change recently and truely it's the choices that you make that can effect the outcomes of everything! I loved this poem. It sounded like a person in deep thought and it just flowed so nicely! There is one thing though, it should be confused not confussed. Other than that it was phenominal! You really did an awesome job! -
the way you expressed your thoughts in this poem is amazing....
the wording is brilliant esp. in the part already highlighted by xBrOkEnxDrEaMsx....
the line 'Confussed and scared voices in my head' expresses so much in so little..
well written and expressed...
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We can know, but first,
we have to decide....
choices are everything -
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it's just so beautiful.i like it a lot.keep it up!it's amazing
Do I have to bleed myself?
To understand all this and why
I made those choices, so many
Confussed and scared voices in my head
that part totally rocks!
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