I don’t want to have to choose
I want someone to make the decision for me
Maybe that is why
It has been so
Difficult
I’ve always thought of myself as
Brave
Intuitive
Decisive
But now that the time
Has come for me to take an
Actual step…..
I’m not ready
I know I never will be
The choices I’ll have to make
The things I’ll have to do
It terrifies me
When there is nothing scary about it
Perhaps I’m not ready for my action
Choices
To actually be weighed
Because although I know I am judged here
I’m not, not really
Every person sees me through some sort of film
Whether it be the film of tragedy, sorrow
Or kindness, responsibility
Annoyance, unworthiness
It matters not what the filter is
But that they peer at me through it
Not actually weighing my actions but rather
Running them through some sort of filter
Then weighing what is left
What happens when
There is no filter?
And people see me
Not the film they gave me?
When they see not the circumstances but the person?
What happens when I’ve finally learned to master
Peeling away the films I place on others
When I learn to see them and not their….
Circumstances