My Poetry: Existentialism

(I am reading about Existentialism for my art therapy course. It is interesting yet kind of sounds paradoxical)

 

Existentialism

I have absolute freedom

To make the choices

That define my life.

Wait a minute,

You mean I’m responsible

For everything,

What if I make the wrong choice?

How will I fit everything

Into the small amount

Of time I have here on earth?

If there is no heaven or hell

Then what is the point

To anything I do now?

What do you mean

There is nothing after death?

I’m anxious anxious anxious

Feeling that old existential

Anxiety and wondering

If I will be paralysed by possibility

Or enlivened by

The short time I have

Available to me.

 

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