Choosing Me

 




How do I draw the line between love and suffocation,

Between giving and losing myself?

Am I selfish for saying, "No more,"

Or am I simply reclaiming what was stolen..

Piece by piece, moment by moment?


They say, "Choose yourself."

But do they tell you about the guilt

That drips like blood from the blade of your decisions?

Do they think of the tears you will see?


What does it mean to choose me?

Does it mean I rip the seams of every bond,

Let everything crack,

And watch as love turns into resentment?

Does it mean I walk alone,

Carrying the weight of my choices

In the hollow of my chest?


Is it selfish to want air when I am suffocating,

To want silence when the noise consumes me?

Am I cruel for wanting peace,

Why does my peace comes at a cost?


To choose me is to light a fire in the dark,

Not knowing where it will blow,

The prison walls around me,

Or the bridges I swore I had never burn.


They don’t tell you about it,

The voices that haunt you in the quiet,

Asking, "Was it worth it?"

"Was your freedom worth the pain?"


But maybe…

Choosing me is not about destruction.

Maybe it’s about survival.

Maybe it’s about planting seeds

In the ashes of what once was,

Hoping something new,

Something beautiful,

Can grow in the space I claimed as my own.


But,

Will the world forgive me for choosing myself?

Will I?

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