The choices we must make (Story/poem)
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NB: I wrote this a long while back and it was in my void folder, I wasn’t going to show anyone as I don’t usually post short stories/poems like this… but… I decided that I will.
Now for those waiting for Once Upon a Wash I hope you will be ok waiting a week longer… Tomorrow is 6 years since my best friend died and I am finding it a bit hard, so writing happy and fun things is a bit difficult right now 🙂 So please be patient and hope your ok with the wait!
The choices we must make.
Her hands and fingers quivered
She began to squint her eyes
Sweat dripped down her face…
She was breathing at a fast pace…She stared down the line of the arrow
Beyond the bow of which she held
Her thoughts were that of questioning
Could she do what she had to right now?She only had one chance…
She had to do this right…
If she failed…
Well she couldn’t think of that.She shook her head so violently,
From one side to another,
Shaking the worry she had away…
Trying to quell her hands from tremblingShe licked her dry lips
Her throat was truly parched
Fear had truly consumed her,
As she lined up the target,Then… She shut her eyes…
She let her fingers go,
Her hands dropped the bow…
She turned away from her goal.“Please” she whispered to a higher power
Then she took the biggest breath of her life,
And slowly lifting her head…
She saw the truth of action and consequence.She then began to cry
Her tears staining the ground,
What is it that she had done…?
And was what she had done justified?Then she felt a hand,
A warm hand upon her shoulder,
And a voice spoke to her
Words she would always remember“In life we have to make choices,
Sometimes these choices are hard…
At times we must put ourselves first
Our needs above our wantsThis can bring us many tears
Hurt us in the heart…
But they are choices that must be made…
Because that is how we survive”She rubbed her stinging eyes,
She lifted her sad head…
She looked at the one who spoke to her
And she slowly whispered back and added…“And sometimes those choices are mistakes”
About The Author
Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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Such a lovely sad poem Matty. Very well written:)
Beautiful Matty just beautiful !!! 🙂