To trust or mistrust
the world
the fates
people
I choose to trust
within reason

To retaliate or to forgive
the pain still raw
the fear biting
confusion
I choose to stop
and be still
and choose to not choose

I stand by my babies
who are no longer babies
to support them
and hold them up
I choose to be there
and to hug them
and to fight to the end
that which hurts them
internally or externally

and to sit
and be still
and to hold tight
to my world

After the week we’ve had here, this prompt post from Blogalicious really called to me…