Choices Poem by michael metcalf

The rope in which we all hang by is made of three strands hope, love, and happiness and when all of these strands come together they have the ability to create a noose. a noose in which grows tighter and tighter until you’re pushed off the cliff to be left hanging by only hope but realize someone will be at the bottom to catch you before you hit the bottom. falling off the end is selfish because there will always be a person to catch you at the ground even when its not the person you would first expect. we as humans not only have the ability to hurt ourselves, but we have the indefinite ability to hurt others. the gun in which we all carry is a weapon of mass destruction and the bullet of words has the ability to peirce the thickest of skins. the pistol of hate which fires the bullet is thoughtfully created and manipulated to fire a single shot to bring down those who oppose us. but not every one needs these things to better themselves, because everyone has the power to breed there own thoughts, there own inspiration, and has the power to change there own life for the better. the choice is yours don’t wait and be naive to the world around you. use what you know to help you better the person who you really are.