I have decided to do this for my writing because the sentiments expressed in it can be from the past, now or future based.
This poem was written early this am, like 2 am while I was fighting sleep. I had a medication increase to my night medications and it was freaking me out so rather than sleep and potentially wake up to side effect hell, my brain decided to write creatively. Yay for the pen and paper beside the bed.
What if I could fly
So very, very high
Would I seek to touch the sky
Or would it be used secretively to pry?
What if I could tunefully sing
For the joy to others it would bring
In tune with bells that soulfully ring
Or like a siren use my voice to seduce a fling?
What if I chose to breed
Not yield to my self greed
Would I be permitted to lead
To my dominant will, you do concede?
What if, is so inconclusive
A precarious way to live
Through the doubts I sieve
Hope, the only gift I have to give
The potential of could is so loose
Not a restrictive, limiting noose
Doubt a very dragging caboose
Indecision becomes the simple truce
I don’t want to just survive
In order to remain alive
I want to be able to live
With the conscious choice to forgive
The last verse was to recognise how annoying the ways of saying live and live are when trying to rhyme.