To be or not to be,
A lifeless human—lacking empathy,
Due to heartbreaks,
And tragic realities.
I ponder if thee is so grateful,
To spare my mind from the discomfort,
Of deciding who I want to be,
Written under life’s soliloquy.
A hundred dark skies,
Could never satisfy my need,
For secluded irrationality,
And delusional dreams.
To be or not be,
A child of God,
Where I pray for forgiveness,
under hell’s sympathy.
Do I continue going?
As I fight off my demons,
That crawl under my skin,
As I’m reciting poetry.
Do I love who I am,
For the sake of God,
Or to remove the demon,
Skinning my ideology.
To be or not to be,
A woman who believes in herself,
When no one else could,
As God molded me perfectly.
Do I fall in the currents?
Do I drown in the blue seas—of despair?
Tell me now,
I need guidance.
I am just a fragile woman,
Living a nightmare,
Filled with broken dreams,
And low expectations.
To be or not to be,
Me—as an individual,
Conquering this world,
With love or perhaps treachery.
How can I choose?
When my mind is fragmented,
Into a thousand reasons,
Of why I should hate instead of love.
Life has forged a sword to my heart,
Where misery is my safe spot,
God is my savior,
And me, well—I don’t feel human.
To be or not to be,
A talented writer,
Whose quill pen glides so effortlessly,
Upon an unmarked page—I call the heavens.
Do I dare write the truth?
Or hide in synchrony,
with elegant stanzas,
without meaning.
I shall dare to become a protégé,
Perhaps of Shakespeare himself,
So, I carry on the legacy,
Of a forsaken hamlet.