True Self-Reliance Poem by Mark Heathcote

Assassins may take guns 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 with a greased hand can elevate you,
He can loosen the hinges of the bonds that enslave.
But only you can make those 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 abandoned, - true self-reliance is never.
Taking -help but accepting a helping hand when given.
When it is given for free.