The bravest thing you could do is choosing you.
It’ll seem like the isolated island in an ocean
A single stroke of light in a silent night
Or perhaps a lone warrior against an army
Valour lies in still choosing you.
Torn between not wanting to induce hurt
Or not wanting stand out amidst an unwelcoming crowd
Uncertain of standing ground against a ruthless world
You still have to make that hard choice and choose you.
Every other one you see follows the popular norm
Seeks and attains the cooler charm
But what entices you is far from the standard
More the reason you must go on and choose only you.
It’ll come with a wrenching sense of loss.
Perhaps guilt and even some repentance of sort.
It’ll be a hard way through the self sabotage
But when you come through,
You’ll be more than glad you chose you.
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