To live is a conscious decision
And of all the days life gives, we are foolish with so many
Time is lost, spent, time . . . is wasted
For what is time but one’s very soul
The soul which cries to live, be free and love
The soul which aches at loss, grieves with pain
To know that each day, death creeps closer
And therefore, not by choice, it has become time itself
Trapped, restrained, silenced
Abused, misused and disrespected
So I choose.
I choose to live!
I choose love!
I choose freedom!
I choose to be heard!
My soul will not repent
My soul will not regret
My soul will go forward, victorious
Knowing deeply that once it lived, it did not stop
Once it embraced, it did not release
Once it loved, it was forever
And forever, holds no company with time
Genevieve Pardo thinks she’s a writer and sometimes gets away with it.