A Beautiful Choice Poem by Isabelle Parkes

Your vision is blurred and your legs start to ache,
But to keep running blindly is the choice that you make,
With fear under your skin and a chill on your path,
And shadows on walls dividing by half,
You run along the edges of a life on the line,
Straight past the option of picking a side,
At the end of all reason and the brink of the sane,
In a corner of life you revisit again,
When heaven knows, then refuses to tell,
And all education is coming from hell,
By the grace of the bad and a twisted old bar
You will find what you seek so near and yet far;
The key to the padlock wrapped round your heart
Long since rusted by tears and deformed by those scars,
But it fits and unlocks and was so worth the wait;
Light in the darkness and a twisting of fate.
Two people are about to make a beautiful choice,
Take solitude in one another, then lose their voice.