The Choice

Bent over
picking what pieces
could be found from the ground
searching for every little bit
that I could even think of
to lose
it occurred.

The ability to move forward
was not going to be found
in the remnants
(no matter how romantic the idea)
of a past.

That was the first time
that when I stood
I thought
that everything
from here on out
was only ever going to be
a choice.

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