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Choices

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