Choice

Along the edge,
Like a snail on a razor,
Over the ledge,
It doesn't faze her,

The choice is blindness,
The choice a reminder,
The choice of kindness,
The choice not for her,

The point is blameless,
The grace is partner,
The face is nameless,
The image is not her,

But all the same,
In all the rain,
Of all the pain,
We've been washed away.

Cold steel choices,
None to regret,
Bright light forces,
Seasons to forget.

Her and what she sees
Me and what I choose,
The life she breathes,
From my self hung noose………………

Fennigan T 7.6.11