What Would You Do?

What would you do if your life was torn between being destitute and being loveless?
What would you do if your belief system was proven to be flawed?
What would you do if you if through the words of people who are near to you brought back the dead?
What would you do if your life was being magnified under a microscope called Constant Surveillance?
Would you run like a gazelle from the lion, leaping to every conclusion until you found higher ground?
Would you crawl like a worm from the bird, trying desperately to endure the pain of criticism but somehow never getting away from it?
Would you smile it away, lie, and say everything will be okay?
Or would you just accept blind fate and unjust punishment…the restrictions that are a constant thorn in your flesh?
Who is to say we are not all pawns in a gigantic chess game of hearts…
…Always moving one step forward but colliding head on, sometimes taking out each other en passant.
If so, I intend to be promoted to a rook as soon as I can…
…So I can bulldoze anything in my way, and keep my heart strong.
What makes it so hard to find perfect contentment and satisfaction in life?
Why does it seem like my happiness is always one step ahead of me, no matter how fast I advance?
Is this the fact of a lost little boy hiding inside a young man, crying, begging to have his way?
Is this the answer to the question I so long waited to discover an answer to…who am I?
I open myself to what will be, yield to what will become of me, and I accept it now with open arms.
Que sera, sera; so be it, amen.