The Decision
In this emergent tunnel’s arch,
I waver in darkness, I fear
this pathway of promise, this clear
light of bright day, this warm, green park,
as children on swings and slides mark
if I'll step into the soft breeze
and dappled light under green trees,
and leave this cave and freedom take,
or, entombed, my freedom forsake?
From my soul's night, I will be free!
poem by Steven Federle
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