The opportunity has always been there,
Tantalizingly close to my fingertips.
The time has come
To climb the ladder
And grasp my guiding star.
I have the ability to choose my direction,
To make a course correction if necessary,
And I choose to move on.
I will never be content
To live in the shadows of life.
I want my opportunity to blossom,
To stand in the sun and have my day,
To seek the applause
I so desperately want to hear,
If only for just one moment.
I am tired of suffering in silence.
Let me sing once again with the breaking morn.
I cannot continue the way things have been.
I know that staying the course
Is a sure path to suicide
And I will not surrender anymore.
I will not cede my power
To some bullying tyrant
Holding me hostage in my own life.
This is my life.
This is my choice.
I choose me.
~~~ This poem was written in response to a prompt from Poetry Jam asking us to write about choices.