My Poetry

For the Best

I've become aware of my curse.
I'm always fending off my worst.
I can't recall who to blame first.
I'm stuck, this cycle is perverse.

Every day is but one more test;
Just another pain in my chest.
I will only say, when pressed:
Every choice was for the best.

Every choice was for the best.

How can I say who would deserve
The heartbeat I keep in reserve?
Now, it's mine alone to preserve;
More walls up around that raw nerve.

When I'm moments away from my last rest,
The wear of my life made manifest,
My last words will stubbornly attest:
Every choice I made was for the best.

Every choice I made was for the best.