Choices
i pick myself up
and smile through the rain
i hold you close,
you cuddle up
with your head on my lap
i stroke your hair
and wonder if there is a way back
i hurt when i close the front door
in my lounge, on my own
it is only me to work it all out
no one says, ‘honey, i am home’
but the freedom to be me
to make my choices
to express who i am
in all of my wonderful voices
it cannot be beaten
i hold you close
we cuddle up
with your head on my lap
i stroke your hair
i know inside we will always
somehow be here
James Garratt – Wednesday 21st October 2009
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Choices – Written Wednesday 21st October 2009 (Aged 34)
