I own a flourishing garden
But there are snakes in the garden
To scare the hell out of me
Or bring the best out of me.
Do I build a wall so high
To keep the snakes away?
Do I learn the hard way;
To be strong so together we may stay?
This daunting choice I must make
And I choose, I choose to be strong
For strength is all
That commemorate with being.
I choose to welcome the tempt,
I choose to endure the bites,
That's the way I must go
Since my wish is to grow.
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I choose to endure the bite... only saints can have this choice! A very nice work...5 stars