My question.

It is not often that we face a choice. A choice that can change our own future and that of others. This is my poem.

I finally see you.
It's been so long.

I thought you were a little girl.
Life has changed you so much.

I wish I was there to stop your nightmare.
The one that keeps you awake at night.

Your sins I have discovered.
They frighten me.

Your safety is my light.
The only way to see you safe.
Will be to forget I have ever seen you.

My thoughts of you once were of a brother.
I see you now as a woman.
Full of life and wisdom.

I have to do something.
What should I do?

If you know the answer.
Let it be heard in this poem.

Reviews

[Wunderlich]

I love the last two stanzas. Great way to end this piece.
Grammar corrections below (corrections are in [brackets])

"I finally see you.
It[']s been so long."

"I wish I was there to stop your [nightmare].
The one that keeps you awake at night."

"Your sins I have discover[ed].
They frighten me."

"Your safety is my light.
The only way to see you safe.
Will be to forget I [have] ever seen you."

"My thought[s] of you once were of a brother.
I see you now as a woman.
Full of life and wisdom."

"It's" is a contraction of the words "it is". "Its" is the possessive form of the pronoun "it".

Nightmare is one word.

When using the helping verb "to have" with a verb (in this case "discover), the verb must be put into the past tense (discovered). This tense is called "present perfect".

The present perfect tense is required for this line. You can either writer "I have" or "I've" (which is a contraction of "I" and "have").

The noun and verb must agree, which is why "thought" must be made plural (or "were" must be made singular, which would make it "was").

[ALifeAquatic]

"I have to do something.
What should I do?"

I love the uncertainty of this line, it's as if your yearning for encouragement for something you know you have to do anyway!

Once again you've written a poem with a beautiful moral and a super flow!

I'm off to read more!

AHouseOfChambers

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. Woman make their own decision. Right or wrong.
Coyote