Choices

Staying on is a soft choice to make

Curtains drawn in cozy world

I live a myth, a life of strain

Stuck in my rut I remain.

Clinging on is a bad choice to make

Ducking in the face of storm

Full of fear, I live a lie;

And lose life by and by.

Walking away is a sad choice to make

Stepping into uncertain dark

In pain, in sorrow my insides cry

To wake into living I try.