The Last Choice.

The shadows are a familiar place,

Where silence is the only sound.

The memory of a fading face,

Is lost upon the cold, hard ground.

To be the one who’s left behind,

The last of every single choice.

To find the peace that’s hard to find,

Without the comfort of a voice.

Disappointment is a heavy cloak,

That's worn across the tired chest.

The words that were once softly spoke,

Have put the hopeful heart to rest.

Do not hold back a single word,

Or worry if the truth will sting.

The hardest sounds have all been heard,

And lost the hurt that they can bring.

Day 80 / 365

There is no need to hold back the truth for fear of causing pain.

The dark is a familiar place when being left behind,

Has happened more times than can be counted.

It is a lonely realization to know that being everyone’s last choice is a regular occurrence.

Disappointment has become something to accept rather than something to fear.

The hardest part is the armor built from being let down.

The truth is always better than being kept in the dark,

Even if the truth is cold.

Being everyone’s "if all else fails" is exhausting,

But it has taught a hard kind of strength.

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