Choosing love

I will choose to love.

When I have been torn and betrayed.

I will still love.

When I have been misunderstood and used.

I will still love.

Not because I like to be a victim,

but because I will not let you break me.

I will not let your malice harden my heart.

I will not let your violence dry up my tears.

I will not let your hatred end my love.

I will stand tall, strong.

I will protect my children’s hearts from growing cold, fearful, hateful.

Until my last breath, my arms will be open. Loving.