I entered the room hesitantly, knowing what was there
Pieces of my broken heart were lying in the dust
Each had its own grueling story
I didn't want to acknowledge them
As I stood there staring at them
I realized that I had a choice
To hold on or to let go...
You leave the reader in suspense here. I want to know...did the narrator hold on or let go in the end? Ha, I guess we will each have to draw our own conclusion. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteYes Mary we all have our own choices to make:)
ReplyDeleteSometimes the important is that we have a choice.. maybe two roads and both are right..
ReplyDeleteYes because one may want to hod somethings and let go some..
Deleteyes - there always is a choice - and sometimes it's not easy to know what to do... needs lots of wisdom...
ReplyDeleteThat's the risk we take in life..:)
DeleteChoice is always ours. :)
ReplyDeleteWe are responsible for the choices we make in life..:)
DeleteWe always have a choice, and sometimes a clean slate is necessary to move on.
ReplyDeleteIt's always good to start fresh..let bygones be bygones:)
DeleteSometimes the bravest thing to do is let go.....
ReplyDeleteon another note, how can I follow your blog?
Thanks Vandana..I am new to this blog world;) I have added the follow through e mail button ..so i think you can follow me through that!! If you have suggestions on this please let me know.
ReplyDeleteWe always have that choice, don't we? Sometimes, not an easy one to make…
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Yes Sue...it all depends on the situation or at that moment:)
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