Paths selected in favor of the more passable.
I clutch these choices to my breast, they cannot be stripped.
Whether worse or better, I claim thee, mine alone.
I own nothing if not my choices,
Or, they own me.
I cherish, I honor, I love, in my way.
But, I am tempted, and I am weak.
I am human, still.
Confident and capable, just not so as they believe.
Once I wished, in earnest prayer to be.
I have my choices, my decisions.
And here, this lane.
For me, not them.
And then something else.
My match met, we know.
My stride broken, pride taken, I think.
Or simply given away?
Mistakes made, we were not mistaken.
Nothing to regret.
Was true, all, fierce indeed, and unknown in this pass before,
and Is Love.
Suffered yet, I died, and, I lived.
Upon this mirror I witness a slower and different being.
Persisting here, but not alone.
Feeling here, I am unwhole.
But I am no longer worse.
I am finding way.