Sometimes we can stroke the scars
that are left across our hearts;
And we can smile
at the memory of something
that once broke us;
Because now we're standing tall.

There is a choice in our darkness,
to rip our hearts out
so we never have to face what we feel.
Or we can allow our misery
to swallow us with waves of emotion.
Either choice cripples us.

But there is a choice
to seek beauty
no matter how small;
And to celebrate it every day
with love, with passion, with hope.
The choice to be courageous,
In a fragile moment of our existence.
A decision to survive
what appears to be killing us.