A Matter Of Choice Poem by Maria Teresa Trinidad

Goodbyes are beginnings

Of things to come, without you.

I stood behind this huge glass door, heaving my own sadness

And pain.

Leaving behind great expectations

That would never come to fruition.

I have long rehearsed this dreadful scene in my mind.

Knowing fully well, it would come.

I would have stayed, yet I chose to go.

I am so used to running away.

Infront of this path, I heavily dragged my feet

And fought the terrible urge to look back.

With great haste, I carried my feet forward.

A lovely day waited ahead of me and I hurriedly walked away.

There was not a moment to waste.

I felt my heart grow lighter with each step.

Tomorrow there will be other paths waiting to be made.