By terry
Date: 5 September 2000
The Human Condition
Freewill
Was it a gift of God or mayhap a curse
Wrapped in a feeling of power
Power to choose or not
Power to love or reject
Power to uplift another spirit, or tear it apart with a word.
But what is power if not tempered by the wisdom of selfless sacrifice
But a weapon in the hands of a child
My heart bleeds red with what I have wrought
By a simple act of freewill
Making a choice
And was it wrong to put my own heart first this once
Was I wrong
They say when a door closes that another opens
But does not the same hand that wrought freewill with such negligent power
To choose the closing, also not bear the decision to open the next?
For now maybe the grey will suffice
If it means freewill can wait.
The power terrifies me you see
Terrifies
Me.
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