If life is mine for the taking then I must choose
And despite the shame & question of tomorrow
I’ve made up my mind
to be good to me
Even if I must choose
me in the corner, head down
me in the love affair, dead wrong
me in the bind, wriggling free
I choose me at the crossroads
I choose me down bad
I choose me up, wishing
I choose me who came in the backdoor
Bolting out the front
Turning my back
On love that has run its course
I choose me who should’ve known better
And me who did but did not act
( And I choose redemption )
I choose me on the precipice
diving in, deeper than anyone has gone before
I choose me in the prison yard
I choose me at the prayer mat
I choose me who asked for a second chance
Then took twenty four more
Shamelessly
Audaciously
grabbed a hand full of sweetness
Stuck it in my pockets despite the rising heat
And ran like the wind
Me who served yet was severed
Me who bent and was broken
Me desired and pitied
Me repenting & remitted
Me
still on my mighty way
And I’m done
I am done
Finally, ultimately, supremely
Waiting to be chosen