Why? 

Why?, asked I

Because came the reply

I don’t understand, with tears in my voice

With patience it said simply, In most things you have a choice 

I never chose to live in fear

All I wanted was to be loved and held dear.

I never chose to be torn apart

To suffer the pain of a broken heart 

Time and again, I learned to be small

To be quiet and not draw attention at all

I thought this was normal in every house

Where children moved around quiet as a mouse

These are the things from day one I learned

Where is the love, the peace I earned?

These are the seeds that were sown

Where is the relief now that I’m grown?

It’s in your heart and your soul

To mend the fractures, grow and be whole.

It’s your choice to let go of the rage

Especially now as you age. 

And now that you’re grown

You can choose to reap the seeds that were sown

Or you can choose to live

To love, and to give.

Now it’s your decision

To live a life of rigid precision

Or live a life full of grace and free

To be the best you, you can be. 

It really is your choice

Said the still, quiet voice

To live as you love

Knowing you are precious to One above.