Lady blue

One day she will wake up and her first thought wouldn't be a worry The phone might not buzz but it's better than a call cloaked in grieve It wouldn't matter that she spent years putting others before herself It wouldn't matter she pitied her abuser She would say the words she wants to say and how she wants them to be understood She would replay Hamilton ",I'm the one thing in life I can control" All decisions wouldn't come out right but she did what she felt was right "My life my call " she wouldn't try to fit in anymore All her worries would be told to pages,in poems and music In those moments would she fully realize "The moment she chose herself, life chose her to"