Quitting? Is Not An Option Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pre-meditating,
A forgiveness wished to get it.
With tears from eyes,
Overflowing as if...
Those witnessing this,
Will be reminded...
Of Niagra Falls.
Hoping to experience,
A romantic visit.
Stop this nonsense.
Know this not to be an option.
It isn't. Seriously!

As expectations go imagined.
With visions traveling alone,
On an unpaved road.
One in a dream state like this,
Never thinks of obstacles.
To face them showed.
Much bigger than pebbles.
Or sand castles built.
Supported by seashells.
Awakening to feel,
Rocks to them thrown.

As expectations wished,
Done to come...
With an ease bestowed.
Snaps a mind back,
To reality unrelenting.
If one is unprepared,
For a decision they choose.
And quick to quit?
As if this to pre-meditate,
Had been on their wish list.
This quitting to do,
May not be offered as an option.

However...
For the one who carves a path,
To know a looking back...
Is not for them a task.
They will continue to struggle.
Without looking to be hugged.
Or cuddled.
By anyone running coming.
Offering a helping hand,
When their troubles double.
With a carrying them on a back,
To avoid their footsteps...
That may become wet,
From tears to cry...
Not yet into shallow puddles.

Quitting?
Is not an option.
For the one determined,
To face obstacles.
Boulders.
Or fear of negativity,
Heard to hear.
Coming out of the mouths,
Of those who claim faith.
But first to be chased away,
By challenges afraid to face.
Making worthless a faith,
To claim it had!