SWORDS - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Swords



Choice to live
Choice to die
Choice to say Hello
Choice to say Goodbye
Choice to turn to stone
Choice to cry alone
Choice to laugh
Choice to have
Choice to lose
Choice to choose
Choice to wave the white flag of surrender
Choice to charge ahead
Choice to go bravely towards the darkness
Choice to spark the flame of light
Choice to feel your soul soar towards the sky
Choice to place your weapon in it's sheath
Choice to unhinge your armor and toss it upon the floor
Choice that peace is in the heart of the Prince
Choice to be humble in adulation's midst
Choice is confidence you wear as a crown
Choice is the wisdom from the table of round
Choice is that unbreakable core which lives within you....

- A.H. Scott
3/30/12