When You Are Grown Poem by Jessi Hardison

It's a tricky thing, this life.
Am I to be indolent, or gain success through strife?
Be elated then desperate, or pick up that knife?

Choose onslaught and triumph only to be despised?
Or do I 'go with the flow' and expire unrecognized?
Either way, I will be demised.

Pick your battles wisely; they are yours alone.
Rein victor, troubles be gone.
You fail when you don't try; when you try you are grown.