I made a choice..

Sometimes, the best choice is the hardest one you can make...
I made a choice, and I suffer the consequences.
The heart that feels too much, feels the most hurt.
And it is not anyone's fault, for I have merely chosen not to walk away.

Had I walked away, I would not have felt such pain.
The pain of watching someone so proud
Bent over in the throes of a suffocating nightmare.
He tries to release himself, but wakefulness eludes him.
Can someone not show him the way?

There is none I can do, but watch, and pray.
It is his battle to win.

I have much to accomplish, my own journey is not yet over.
So I arise and go on, with a prayer that I will never walk alone...

~passiflora~

2004