The Choice Is Yours (a poem)

One day, Shelly Smith, will no longer exist:
this body,
the things I did,
the people I met ....
Poof!
They're gone.

Some of the things I wanted in this life ....
well,
they didn't happen,
but some of them did.
And in the end it doesn't really matter.

What matters is this ....

Was my heart open or closed?

Was my heart open to the beauty of love,
of God,
all around me?

Or was it closed in fear
of what I couldn't control?

A life lived in fear ....
well,
you're already dead.
But if you're too scared to open ....
yuck, you're stuck -
stuck between the fear of opening,
and the pain of a closed
and unmet heart.

So which will you choose?
Which will I choose?
And if not now,

When?


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