Don’t Forsake Yourself

Accept or reject, how awful is the choice.
Choked and Silenced, deprived of voice.
Hate and love complement each other.
Sometimes tandem, sometimes together.

Fearful of life but not willing to die.
Hiding in shadows we silently cry.
Desires we hold are elegantly wicked.
Finding ourselves inevitably tricked.

Shall we not layoff the trifles of our mind.
Shall we not break free, shall we not be kind.
All that’s true, we shall not forsake.
And what is not ours, we shall not take.

Shun all the thoughts that bring us despair.
We tend to our hearts and wipe every tear.
Pack up the sorrows and throw them away.
Then hold on to love and make it to stay.

With all that struggle, it’s still volatile.
It’s not forever; it will stay for a while.
But life can be lived in moments as such.
With charming smiles and warming touch.

We live only once, if we truly ever live.
And happily we live, if only we could knew.
What love is to heart and leaves are to dew.
What we had to keep and what we had to give.