It is too easy to lash out,
to become brittle and unforgiving,
beneath our cockroach shells.
It is too easy to avert our eyes,
to plead indifference and court apathy.
To pay our debts with monopoly money
And slip out between a rock and a hard place.
We must all
dance the broken dance
find love and lose it
discover the beauty of heartbreak,
the betrayal of bonding,
and the transience of permanence.
It is almost impossible to ignore the voices, within and without,
asking what difference one can make,
offering up tied hands as proof of our inability,
saying that we had no choice.
But we are not witnesses.
It is choice that defines us
What we choose
is who we are.