We Choose

Standing in the library of lives. Trying to decide which one to learn from. Picking up each book, reading the lines that have yet to be. This life lies, this life hides, this one dies. Which one is brought out of its slump? Which life needs careful care? This life cries, this life tries, this one looked me in my eyes. Is this the life needing to roam? Which ones has a home? This life feels, this life heals, this one is real. Making the decision that this life will be me. “Welcome home!” I hear echoing off the wooden rails of the brand new cradle.