I choose to…

So many things to cry about,

Yet I choose to smile.

So many things to stay back for,

Yet I choose to go the extra mile.

So many things that still remain,

Yet I choose the ones yet to come.

So many things, festering, like open wounds,

Yet I choose to stay numb. 

So many things have wronged me in the past,

Yet I choose to keep an open heart.

So many daggers in my back,

Yet I choose a virtuous path. 

© Darshana Mehta