Who You Want To Be Poem by Leria Hawkins

Who You Want To Be
Date: May 21,2014

You choose your place
Away in the distant hills
Looking down on my garden
Guiltlessly enjoying the view
While from high, your path is scattered with rocks and stones
Far too treacherous to seek
The terrain, a landmine full of chaos
Your house looms, dark and dangerous, a monolith of steel

You choose your life
As decreed by influence
Ink drawn by the kindred’s heavy hand
A blood pact etched onto your consciousness
Your future woven through blood and bone
Like a corset laced tight to bind your soul
You have no want or will to depart
Resolved to keep house inside the cage

You choose your bearing
Head cocked, nose turned high
Wielding your weapon in whispers
By day…stainless in your creed
By night…a marauder
Lurking the shadows of premeditated depravity
Injecting venom sweetened by fool’s desire
Singing your songs of greed and glaring misconception

You choose your offense
Swallowing the ruins, rather than chew on the root
Borrowing knives from your twisted circle of seers
To strike blows to the heart that holds you harmless
You claim virtues yet favored or acknowledged
Negating fault to your actions or injury
You gather as fact, from the lips of crows
Holding true, despite the light in your own sightless eyes

You choose your belief
As if season upon season of cultivation
Has brought you no riches, no prosperity
No grain worth its weight, no harvest to reap
There’s only a garden, far, far below you
You horde its joys from your distant throne
Contemplating…to make or to break, in a landslide of stone
To destroy with apathy, the fields that you've sown.

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