Become
These are the verses of indecision-
Of being scared of what might be.
Or what might not, have we forgot
How to put faith in what we cannot see?
In trying times, we seek to be free
(From pain, from ego, from strife-)
But you can’t outrun your responsibility,
And these trials are the key to life.
So if you carry such burdens, and cry
And can’t seem to find the path you own-
Give in to the moment, end those sighs
And trust that you will be taken home.
For there is no value but what we place in stone,
You can only care if you choose to give.
If it’s not returned, what’s given wasn’t earned
Since all things end, how will you choose to live?
Maybe these are verses of wisdom.
Yes, they speak of things that may yet be.
Give in to desire, don’t lose that fire
Trust your heart, and be set free.
This is the first poem that I've written based on the poetic form I created called a Ritarando (Italian for Re-adjustment). It works on the premise that questions create beauty, and each ritarando poem's rhyme scheme and setup are designed to be the same. I'll be doing a post on it! If you like it, write one! I would love to see people using it!
