A poem for my friend...

CHOICES:

Trapped by many choices she displays a brittle cage and yes, she knows
She chose the bars that keep her bound.
She chooses life and liberty
And yet she is confined to dream and hope for something else to feed her heart.

The choices are not choices,
They are battles fought and lost,
They are purchases and promises
Delivered with a loss.

And there's guilt behind confessions of contentment:

Restless she chose solitude and love she dreams will be her own salvation.
Or damnation.

Behind each cry of freedom
There's a fatal misdirection
And she fears that she has missed her chance to bloom

So she chooses not to choose and stiffles " tell me what to do!"
Because inside she's humbled, lost
Now bought and sold.