Choices Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

Mother died of pneumonia,
Father's life trashed in a car crash,
Hands over my head, a question hollows:
What is life but a piece of trash which can be accidentally crashed like a disease whose antidote has been diagnosed.

Choices remained with me, to love life & live it, drown it in a bottle of a bubbling substance, or to do wrong to get free meal & my own bed for being a deviant in the society.

& I choose to set myself free from this prison without four walls, but impoverished circumstance,
Which propels us, & victimizes the youth to be interim thinkers whose actions affects their lives permanently.

Choices were many, like to become a rebellious lad & wreck my life with a negative destructive attitude of how much I've lost & how everybody dislikes me,
Instead I; with every strange person that surrounded me built a constructive attitude & dipped my mind, thoughts & imaginations in pages which held nothing but letters and terms I had to study hours to get in to reside in my mental hemispheres,

I pranced higher than death,
Made the most of the breath my lungs held,
Because wailing brings nothing but vain outcomes because its done without effort.

There was no way,
I couldn't have made it,
Every path I tread on became a dead end,
Burglary was never opted,
Nor it was that to slay a person to be freely fed by the government became an option.

Education became the key, to the locked life I was living,
Neglected by the family,
Having an increasing proportion of enemies more than I had of friends,

I saw that I shouldn't try hard making loose ends meet but cut them loose, set them free to free myself & find my path,

I realized how useless it was to plough my heart & mind with wrath to the most high for having taking what He had borrowed me,

I praised His holy wraith,
For He had given me a yoke not bigger than what He's capable of nor the capacity of my hands,

I ceased questioning his authority,
When I began to fear Him,
So I gained wisdom.

I thought I was all alone,
The tears, the pain, the hurt, the life I've witnessed going astray,
Blinded me to see the way,
Nor to know his existence,
I even forgotten him but his arms kept stretching.