Write this question onto your heart
What kind of story do you choose?
An inspiring sober sonnet,
Or, an old, insinuating elegy that is odd?

The world is a face of colors
Luring, beautiful and charming calls,
Threatening and displeasing gallows,
What kind of story do you choose?

What will your face read?
To where will your words lead?
Which voice will you heed?
What perspective will your considerate actions seed?

What will I see when I look into your eyes
Will I find warmth, welcome and ease?
Will I see compassion, empathy and love?
Will my being, in your being, find a yes?

What is your focus my dear friend!
I wonder into the means and the ends
What is your goal, craving or commitment?
Can it be accomplished with the resentment?

Life is too short for the unnecessary
The time has come to choose a story
I will walk on transforming ways without fury
A developmental legacy for my anniversary

A story not like the looking for a pin in a haystack
For I know how not to get stuck
Knowing what I want front and back
I refuse, in irrationality and fear, to get suck.

I let my hands, open and outstretched
Anchored on self-love, I have decided
I want to explore, taste and get tested
To use my potential and soar like an eagle

I long to reach and touch your heart
I wish to share in your fears and hurts
I hope we see why to stop the shots
And with the little question embraced
Why and how am I your sad story?