Choices Poem by matt hartwell

The choices we all make decide who we are.
Do we fall on our faces or do we stride far.
Do i say yes or do i say no.
I scream in my head why! these choices blow.
what happens when there is no more flow.
Do we simply leave our souls in tow?
So many years ahead.
So many things haven't been said.
Even when i wished i was dead i knew what had to be said.
In my life i have never fled because i know now I'm glad i haven't said.