#20 The Choice

I wish I could pull you out of that rut…

the one you’ve been living in

we all have our own special kind

but its seems that you’ve become

accustomed to staying in

this

dreary atmosphere

you didn’t create

but evolved out of situations in life

and now

you’ve owned it

sitting there

looking into its darkness so long

vacant, alone

you’ve consciously abandoned

then forgot about

that other place

you cherished

called home…

This 
home isn’t the kind

that common walls enclose

it’s not the place associated with

your family’s highs and lows

It’s who you are beneath all of this

confusion and loss

this anger, depression

and cynicism of trust...

It’s the you that existed

in an innocent plot.

It’s the you that

still cradles an essence of love.

It’s the you that is strong enough to

look

.Up...

and

take control of the power

you’ve been given

to get out of that rut

and move on with your life

not looking down again ever

to that hole that you made a haven

of smothered joy

magnified guilt

and aborted prayers

you never believed in enough to utter…

I wish I could pull you out of your rut;

it would be…

my greatest pleasure

but it’s your choice and not my arms,

though outstretched still

that determines if you stay in that gutter.

My Inspiration: Morning conversations

 

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