A worthy question, an option you have, to attain what you fought for so long but leave what you already had. It was a long nightmare, season of excruciating pains. Clamour of an aching heart, bound and restrained. Stuck in a well of darkness, with no way out. A tiny head gasping, mouth a water spout. The wait lasted the frosty winter, and a weary summer to come. Mightiest heart seemed to give away, with a job half undone. A ray of happiness pierced, the moment so saline. It shall end someday, a thought so sublime. Now I get what I ask for, I'll leave for my pursuits, A long wait, now ended. But shall I smile or cry? I ask you, O my soul, and figures form in my mind. I leave for my destiny, But leave all I had behind.
nice poem well if its an option....i'd rather smile than cry......1st cause its better, second, cause its worth the effort!
