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I am choosing right now to write this.
Is this a good choice?
I am not you, nor should I be.
I say that to emphasize that
I have to be me.
I want to be me for however longer.
Choices, choices.
Some choices that most affected me were made for me.
Some choices that changed my trajectory
Were choices I made
To escape being controlled and manipulated
By other people's choices.
What's the first big choice I made?
To be born?
I don't know. Maybe.
I don't want to get personal
But I might have to for this poem.
Just saying that
Being born might have been a choice,
And if it was
Everything else followed suit,
Going along with that.
Like: I'm here.
Might as well make the most of it.
How do I do that?
Nobody gave me the scoop.
I made some really bad choices in my life.
Choices that made me angry,
Blaming others for not seeing that I
Was heading for a fall.
Blaming others all the way.
Burning up.
Then blaming myself.
Enough of that.
I'm still here.
With you.
We are still here.
Choices can be powerful.
Choices can be deadly.
Choose well.
