Paths
But what of my writing,
what of the words that come
to calm the wounds,
the bridge from my soul
to the shore
What of the pain
I have carried
A weight that is not mine,
when choosing myself
was a struggle,
yet loving myself
was the answer
To fall into trust,
to treat each word
like bricks to build
a castle
For what I have learned
is often,
the only path forward
is the one
that chooses you