The Choice is Mine

I knock on the door

And guess who answers? –

No one.

Not a single soul.

 

But the pain is far too great –

 

And the choice is mine, right?

     To make that cut, or not.

 

The choice is mine,

     To take that drink,

          Or not.

 

The choice is mine,

     To swallow that pill,

          Or not.

 

The choice is mine, right?

     To die?

          Or not?

 

Surely, I cannot think;

     Hate fills my brain

     Where thought should reside.

 

Surely, I cannot eat;

     Hate fills my stomach

     Where food should fill.

 

Surely, I cannot love;

     Hate fills my heart

     Where butterflies should flutter.

 

Surely, I cannot live;

     Hate fills my being

     Where life should be booming.

 

I knock on the door

And guess who answers? –

     Hope.

And it’s a damn good thing.