I Choose

I Choose,
To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard
To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird.

I Choose,
To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen
To laugh, for the fear of my tears being seen.

I Choose,
To not break, for the fear of being shattered
To hold on, for the fear of losing what mattered.

I Choose,
To not expect, for the fear of being hurt
To not be rude,for the fear of being curt.

I Choose,
To break free from the past,
I Choose,
To re-cast, self.
There Again,
I Choose ,To Be
     'ME'