Enjoy Hope

So many
Different dreary worlds,
That it’s hard to make a choice,
Hard to choose at all,
Hard to have to.

Ahh, that’s it isn’t it? Choice.
The great commanding curse
Of freedom. It’s very source.

No Freedom without it,
Only a painful apathy,
With no worry, and no hope.

For hope is always tight with worry,
Hope and dread, did I make the right choice?
Did I choose wrongly? The stress, anxiety
Over the future, over it’s hope.

Yet, and still, there are no wrong choices,
Just fleeting, frozen moments.
Forever, and without changes,
With no way to make them.

So don’t worry,
Just choose and go, follow
Freedom’s path to the next choice,
And don’t worry,
Enjoy the hope.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (5)

This poem as if it was meant for me...I have been going though confusion lately and even with choices its not getting better..It feels Im really in a big hole and Im not able to get out...Somehow the hope seems so far...but reading your poem tells me not to give up...I will find my way....
Dang choices. We have so many to make. But hey! they all have a good outcome depending on how we play and work them. Good Poem Hugs Jan
Ah! That pesky choice thing. Well put Sandra. Rusty
yes! ! ! ! ! and even thats a choice that has to be made lol! ! ! ! but inevitably right? ! ! !
yes! ! ! ! ! and even thats a choice that has to be made lol! ! ! ! but inevitably right? ! ! !