Self-Creationism

My scarred heart quickens.
This gluttonous plot thickens.
If you’re free, then be free.
Until you see, you’re just victims.
It’s the role you choose to play.
But, friend, you are the stage.
You’re the author of your world.
Only you can write the page.
Only you decide the pictures
That you choose to illustrate.
Only you create the music
That synchronizes with your fate.
Is this a blessing or a curse?
The choice is yours alone.
You are the universe.
Your reality is your own.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Whizbang.

 

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