No one decides my fate but me

I Am the Chooser of My Fate

Free will is what God gave to us,
Free will guides my word and deed,
I am the chooser of my fate.

Some face their duty with a cuss
And if their acts do poison breed,
Free will is what God gave to us.

In the face of worldly cares and fuss,
Free will is there in times of need.
I am the chooser of my fate.

Though noisy men may not discuss
And in spewing venom may exceed,
Free will is what God gave to us.

Lest I do make my choice too late,
Let my resolve yet stand, and heed,
I am the chooser of my fate!

With free will I choose to love not hate,
Let peace, goodwill now be my creed;
Free will is what God gave to us,
I am the chooser of my fate!

Tough to do when exhausted. It takes all you’ve got when under fire. But, they say, there is always a choice – however impossible that choice may be to make. Hurt no one; help all.

This poem is an almost Villanelle; it doesn’t quite match the great Dylan Thomas poem Do Not Go Quiet into that Good Night in its construction. I hope Dylan doesn’t mind.

CREDIT: No one decides my fate but me by Winch