Confession of Birth

I am finishing up my senior year of high school and though I have been ready to make my own choices, I have always let other people make them for me, teachers, parents, friends. I will make my own.

 A life devoted,
the time unspoken.

Was it all a waste?
The next step, my choice,
my life, my time.

The start is now,
but it should have been yesterday.

Reviews

[RoninWriter]

Haunting and sad, but shows the openness of time to come and Freewill. Well done

[toneless or etherized?]

thank you! I am working on a complement to it that will have more of a story to it and be more uplifting. The idea to write about it was inspired y reading T.S. Elliot in English class, specifically "A love story of Prufrock"