Today I asked myself a question.
Am  I up for this challenge?
Could I stand by and do nothing?
Would I be able to live with my decisions.
Soul searching is often difficult because sometimes you learn just who you are and whether you like who you have become.
Today I asked myself,
could I really sit by and watch a loved one suffer when I have the ability to give them a second chance at life?
Today I Chose the path less traveled. I took the first step to give  him a piece of ME.

High hopes on high ropes
Swinging dreams back
pushing forth, life is d•o•p•e
come full swing, me and you
Tip toeing the pebbles
ever so carefully in rain dew
Sometimes on my tip toes
I feel someone a seether
Only in my breath knows
I treaded not for very long
But as harsh to please
To comfort, with ol song
On my fingers touch my lips
The tire of replicated movement
Made God and the devil pist
Tomorrow, crossed out my name
The merry-go-round that spin
The fire in my skin is pain
all the people know her name
Back and forth I rock my chair
thinking and going, stoping,
And time is not ticking
time is looking for rest, dropping
killing every move my toes make
Unchaste paragon I make rebel of,
and off they will go... my orgen
To a valkyrie's back who will slane
the shame of me..

~I am still hanging on. I love you mom.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

Accuracy of your acrostic arrows,
Ride the wind with utmost ease.
Claiming each bulleye with poetic precision,
Hands steady, unswayed by the errant breeze.
Endowed with talent, unsurpassed finesse,
R**egarded by peers as the wise-worded wiz.