Do I have a choice?
Yes
I choose life.
Do I have ANY choice?
Perhaps
I choose love.
Do I have all the choices?
If they
agree
I choose you.
I have no gifts to give but me
Broken
Loving
Playful
Scared
Strong
Full of grief and hope and things I do not know how to label
So
Take my hand.
Walk with me a while
In the woods
In the city
Down the center of town
Hold my hand
So we are not alone
For the best gift
The only one that matters
Is trusting connection.
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