Weight on my chest,
each breath a struggle.
My head pounds,
distracting me
from the ache in my heart.

How did I get here?
This isn’t real. This isn’t fair.

Sharp right, sharp left-
East? West?
A slow curve in the road-
which path is best?

Is peace found at the end of the struggle,
or through the struggle itself?
Should I fight loud,
or be still,
let God prowl?

There’s confidence in dominance,
but strength in surrender.
Is the high road the way,
or must I wade through the ditches,

Decisions.