The Choice Poem by Vinaya Joseph

I chose the pen,
Over the microscope,
A conscious yet impulsive move…

Have always followed my heart,
Was it wise?
Only time would tell…

Strive to be the best in what I do,
All I have at my command is a few thousand words,
And to aid them,
A few commas, colons, apostrophes and full stops,
That is for me to express my self…

Would I be able to make a difference?
In the little that I do,
Let future be the judge…