Should I surrender to the winds of fate,
And let my dreams be carried far away?
Or should I rise, and face the storm with grace,
And hold my ground, no matter what they say?The path ahead is shrouded in the mist,
And doubts and fears surround me like a cloak.
But deep within, a fire refuses to resist,
And whispers of courage in the words I spoke.For in surrender, there lies a quiet strength,
A willingness to let go and find new light.
But in resistance, I find my heart's true length,
And push through darkness to reclaim my right.So should I surrender, or should I fight on?
I'll choose my fate, and let my spirit be my dawn.
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Through The Eyes Of A Poet
PoetryMy poems through the years. All the good, the bad, and not so proper.