Choices Poem by UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos

Choises, holy present
granted directly for God.
A thousand of choices, which way to follow?
My choices wound and make me wounded.
As I would always like to be coherent,
therefore this would leave my next more content.
I choose or Am I chosen? !
Which my paper?
I represent or Am I real?
Good or evil, essential item
For my brother feel good
or feel bad.
I always want to be original
But I always see myself in this repitition
Infernal.
I choose the love, the sincerity, loyalty
but I come across myself in the hatred, in the lie in the falseness.
My God I do not know what to make
with the choices which were given me
in a way so angelical.