Give Me A Choice
Longing for life.
Desperate for death.
Gasping for air,
yet holding my breath.
Revive me to thrive
or wheel me to wither —
twin routes of release
restricted to enter.
Chained down in pain,
a statue of stone
gazing toward space
while earthbound and prone.
Condemned to cognizance.
Damned to desire.
Wasted on wanting.
Fettered in fire.
“Give me liberty
or give me death!”
Patrick Henry’s
decisive breath.
If, glory-bestowed,
he can die
choosing his path,
then why can’t I?
Author’s Notes:
Whether from chronic illness or other life setbacks, most of us can relate to that feeling of being hindered from thriving and achieving our desires in life.
This poem is about that imprisonment, but also about the restriction of being able to make choices for our own destiny.