Choice

You choose.

Where you are.

Who you are with.

What you think.

That IS the power.

That it is your choice to 

be wherever you are.

I stayed.

Thought I had to.

Turns out.

I made that choice.

And it was good.

For then. 

I had things to learn.

But sometimes

it didn't feel like a choice.

It's only looking back

that I see it as that.

I felt stuck.

Nowhere to go.

No family to take me.

No job.

No way to change things.

I did things along the way to survive.

But finally, even those 

couldn't help.

I need to stop allowing him

to hurt me.

For me.

And strangely,

for him.

grace.