Choice

 

Feeling the warmth wrapped around me, 

my angel holds me calm.

I'm tearing myself open...

Finding myself under it all.

At times I lock up my mind

So perhaps I can sleep;

But sometimes I lay it loose,

to remind me that I am me. 

A drifting soul, I have heard one say

Goes door to door trying to find its way.

And then the door that opens wide

Takes it in and calms the tide.

I am not a drifting soul, but floating;

I am not a prize for some second place win

Or replacement jewel for a diamond lost.

I am no option, I am a choice.

I am finicky, I am indecisive

I can be confusing and sometimes righteous.

I can be irritating and very coy

I can be pleasant and full of joy.

I go through life on my own terms

I smile at those who long to see me burn.

I keep my hurt locked inside

I use it as strength to get me through life.

And so I say,

I am not a prize for some second place win

Or replacement jewel for a diamond lost.

I am no option, I am a choice.

~~grb~~1/12