Admitting

What would it be

to admit?

Admit that I chose 

so much of this life?

Admit that I chose

In

and 

out?

Admit that I chose

joy

and

grief?

Admit that I chose

This path

and

not that?

Admit that I chose

This me

and

not another?

Would I melt,

like the 

last snow

of the season?

Would I explode,

as a

land mine

left from some ancient 

war?

Would I vanish,

a mere

whiff of a

dream?

Or would I 

awaken to

the possibility

of choice?

I choose

In.

I choose

Joy.

I choose

This.

I choose

Me.

I choose 

Love.