My Choice
Afraid to speak, Afraid to see
Hands together yet so far apart
Heart pounding like a waterfall
The sun rises but it is still dark
Fear of love
Fear of flight
Fear of everything that comes in the night ,
The essence of the night is stinging in my mind
They come for me , but i revolt them
Do not pitty me
For it is what I choose
I have a free will and this is what i choose
I choose to be let alone
So let me be for this is what i choose.
Copyright © Malinda Surber | Year Posted 2006
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