True Self-Reliance Poem by Mark Heathcote

Assassins may take a gun and aim to kill you.
But it doesn't mean the shot will meet its bull's-eye
a priest might wish to guide and convert you.
Put you in their pocket like a precious saved item.
And a banker has the capacity to elevate you
oil that hinge and loosen the bonds that enslave.
But only you can make right or wrong choices
quieten all those other nonessential voices
and put an end to the confusion that leaves you
-hopeless, faithless, empty and directionless…
Feeling abandon, true self-reliance is never
Taking help but accepting a helping hand when given.