No Other Choice — I Must Open the Door to Hope

I made a choice — a poem and a commitment.

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No Other Choice

I’m confused
as I mourn
this mountain of hate.
Demons seek
to capture my hope.
I will not condone
this evil or ignore love.

Breathe the clean air
of faith and compassion.
Silence the enemy.
Listen to the voice
of clarity
that soothes my soul.

I open my heart
to the calming sounds
welcoming understanding.
Nevermore will I allow
the weight of despair
to leave me empty.

Call me a fool
for opening the door
to peace, but I
have no other choice.

We always have a choice.

Many times in my lifetime, despair has lured me into its dark clutches. Every time I had a choice. Do I give up, cling to resentment, and allow those moments to…