Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 3--Round 2

To be human

In the distance I see a figure
now armed with a light
I have a bold streak
or I’m that much lonelier
or that much stupider

But with trusty light by my side
(and knife tucked away)
and maybe still regretting
walking away from that
not-unfriendly-voice

I choose to trust
I choose to approach
I must not MUST
not lose myself
And my self was, is, human