The Writer In Me Loves Journals
I am addicted to writing, so is my daughter. I must have so many journals…
I watch as you head down a path that I have seen before.
I sit back and shake my head in worry over what is going to happen to you.
I wonder if there is anything I can do.
Then I realize ….
I cannot break me to help you anymore.
I cannot live a life where my inner peace is being challenged with every moment.
I cannot handle watching you make decisions that continue on a path of dark.
Then I realize …
I can lead a happy life, I can make things better.
I can choose to let go.
I can choose to move on.
I can choose to alleviate any negative that steps in my path.
I have a choice … and I choose me.