Choices to be Made on the Wings of the Broken Soul

Those bright eyes of hope and joy
Are now immersed in tears of tragedy.
That avian spirit of will and passion
Is wounded from the truth behind reality.

But there is a choice to be made
While experiencing the pain of heartbreak.
To be? Or to be dejected?
This is the issue.

Misery? Or recovery?
Depression? Or shall you live again?
Questions seemingly one-sided
In the core of it all.

But never forget that there is always a choice.
There is always that other option.
Don’t be fooled by the grief.
Find the light within the darkness.

Use that will.
Feel that passion.
With these in mind,
The answer is evident.

Wounds will heal.
The present will become the past.
Keep close, the memories.
They will keep you afloat
In the salty seas of despair.

Wipe away those tears of tragedy.
Mend those wounds cut so deeply.
Reveal those bright eyes once more.

Fly again.