Rebekah Gamble

Rookie (January 12,1990 / Pittsburgh, Penna., U.S.A.)

The Hardest Choice - Poem by Rebekah Gamble

I hate all of this.
You show me
what I never knew, never understood.
Tell me,
should one cut down a mighty tree
for the fleeting wind?

My knowledge is a firm tree by a stream
that is strong, trusted and complete.
My heart, however,
has challenged my tree
with such strength
I cry over the choice.

Emotion, even love, is only a fleeting thing
like the wind, like the rain,
and I am drenched and cold.
I must choose sense or love.
Family, God, wisdom,
or my soul in another body.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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