Choice Poem by tara fortier

Descending steeper into the ocean of fate.
Abide with the lost souls that surround me.
Reminiscing of forgotten lies and repenting for lost loves.
Regretful of former lives I have toughened
to become accustom of my own.

Selfishness must be delayed on my part.
Helpfulness must be stimulated.
Love must be found and kept. Throw away the key.
Never to be opened, trouble awaits.

Flawless, dear, caring as well as sweet.
Scrupulous, fragile, loving as well as concrete.
Numerous options in the ocean of fate.
Sink to the shipwreck.
Rise to the top.