There was an old poem I wrote back in seventh grade. We were given reading assignments and meant to write a response story. Mine ended with this poem.
And this poem fueled the beginnings to what would become my first finished book–one that I let gather dust for some time.
One that is about to be rebirthed.
One that has grown significantly in meaning, direction, and purpose.
For now, however, I leave you with this poem:
When life tempts you, flee away
When life misleads you, don’t fall astray
When you’re filled by hate, heed to hesitate
For one false move and you will segregate
Your eyes are blinded with but first sight
Keep hold of yourself, less you grip the trigger too tight.
-Enoch K. Enns