Echoes of a Choice

Standing at the edge, a bridge between new life, choices lingering in the air, he asked my heart for silence. A decision hung, words like whispered smoke— abortion, a masked sigh, no, I said, steadfast shadows. His footsteps faded, leaving echoes on empty walls, memories lingering in a room now quiet. Life softly blooms, inside, a tiny revolution, embracing strength he could not grasp. In silent mornings, his absence felt like winter, yet spring persisted in the warmth of hope. I cradle the unseen, a bond woven from whispers, a future imagined in the heartbeat within. A choice, firm as stone, a path tread alone, with echoes of a past driven by conviction. His shadow fades in the light of this new dawn, though moments catch a glance of what once was. Sturdily I stand, this bridge to the unknown, where life flowers richly in spite of loss. Waves of courage break on shores of endless night, each ripple a reminder of the choice kept close. Embracing tomorrow, I stand for the life once halted, walking this path, where strength and hope intertwine.