I CHOOSE YOU
Sitting on a wooden bench
Realizing I was the ink in someone's pen
I declared with full authority
I will not be narrative ever again
I took my wayward feet
And began to forge my own path
Away from woulda, coulda, shoulda
To tackle all I was left in my lack
Everytime I spoke forth desire
Voice carried on jealous waves
Silencing me with granted wishes
For others digging my graves
Many times I ventured to build
Gave my vision to those with provision
They could have given support
Instead they ran with mighty sword to create division
Finally someone noticed my gift
I could connect with deep love and insight
They labeled me as mentally unstable
As they skillfully tried to extinguish my light
I found living as a human, tedious
Not worth the sufferings required to relate
I became a hermit in my home
Acknowledging and accepting fear to guard against hate
Today, LOVE has arrived at my door
Inviting me to take His hand and step away
A new journey of adventure awaits
As we balance our essence in the joy of being, every day
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-17-2026
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