My Heart, My Choice Poem by WIN VENTURA

Why should I carry hate
Just because someone handed it to me?
Why should another person's darkness
Decide what lives inside of me?

I have walked through storms.
I have carried pain untold.
I know the weight of suffering,
I know the nights that felt so cold.

Hate is heavy,
And I have carried enough.
I will not add another burden
To a heart that has already been tough.

I don't need anger
To prove that I was hurt.
I don't need revenge
To measure what I'm worth.

My healing is my journey.
My peace is my rebirth.
The hate, the forgiveness, the final judgment—
I leave them in the hands above,
While I choose to walk my path
With a heart still capable of love.

Forgiveness may come with time.
Forgetting may never arrive.
But I will not let old wounds
Control the life I choose to live.

I choose to leave with love—
Not because the past was right,
But because after losing myself for years,
I finally found my own light.

I will not become the pain I survived.
I will not let bitterness claim my soul.
I fought too hard to find myself again
To surrender my peace once more.

My heart is mine to care for.
My journey is mine to choose.
And after all I have been through...

I choose love.
I choose peace.
Most of all—

I choose me.

By: — WIN VENTURA