Passion Sunday Poem by Ardiente Antonio

My soul begs to differ.
What has become of me is sinful, but in sin there is choice. And in choice is the possibility for the love I seek.
So my actions start to change. To change like the thawing of a river from winter's cold. Here awaits spring.
And my thoughts decide to think of what will come instead of what hasn't. Hope is the key.
Yet sometimes I return to what I once was. Being ungrateful, I get buzzed and yearn for death.
In even crueler times my emotions threaten to end themselves, isn't that a part of growing up?
Then I have no desire to do so. Let me remain a mere pup.
Because of this, I wish to mold the world in my way. But sadly my dream won't be completed in just a day.
To love love and hate hate, it truly sounds so simple. Such simplicity is my everything, my fate.
So wait no more, for my passion will be your passion too. The new world we will all soon tread onto!