I will not be ruled ever again!
Not by circumstances, not by men.
I will take contol. I will be strong.
I will choose for me, right or wrong.

Control issues, yea, I have a few.
But hey, what's a girl to do?
Abused as a child, also as a wife.
Bound and determined to make a new life.

I choose to be happy, rarely am I sad.
I have forgiven my ex and my Dad.
The past is but a foundation on which to build.
It gives me strength, it's the sword I weild.

If the past be the sword I weild,
Then truth is my sheild.
Choices are my armor, my helmet my will.
To fight within myself...what would I kill?

I choose not to fight within my own soul.
To leave the past, that is my goal.
Not to forget but to use,
Letting God give those who hurt other's their dues.

I choose to move forward, only glancing behind.
I choose my true self to seek and to find.
I thank the horrors I lived through, you see,
Without them I would not be me!


note*** I could have become a statistic. I could be woe is me. I made a choice. I did not let my father's choices make me. Choices are one set of wings for my heart.