The Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
- Maya Angelou
Everyone has choices to make. Everyone has choices. Things don't just happen. Things don't just magically fall from the sky and create situations. People make choices. And everyone has to live with the consequences of these choices. This is the truth. It always will be.
Soon, I will probably be forced to be gone. To be changed. And hopefully, that is the right choice. I will continue to stick it out, continue to "keep on dying again." Painfully tortured because I believe in my heart it's worth it.
I'm scared.
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