Comfort or courage?
A new world lies on the other side. It is a world I have not seen, but only heard of.
I’ve heard it’s filled with magic, that it has kindness and joy, that it will welcome me with laughter.
Yet I’ve heard voices raised in anger too, heard tears as they rushed by.
I’ve heard her songs, the ones she croons to me when she’s alone. I’ve heard her words smile when she says she loves me. Just like I hear the fear in her voice when she says, “Today I found out you’re like me.”
She knows I’ll not be welcomed, that the only cheers will be from her. But she fears worse. What if they won’t let me come? We’ve to wait with bated breath to know my fate.
“You can choose comfort, or you can choose courage; but you can’t choose both,” she whispers, over and over again. She lies on her bed, and I wonder if she’s looking at the stars she has told me about.
Then I hear the door slam shut, the same way I’ve heard many times before. They talk… his voice, loud and commanding; hers, soft yet sure. I wait till I hear the door open and slam shut again.
“I chose you, my angel,” her voice says. “We shall leave soon from here. The world will change, but I want you to know… you are my world, and I shall be yours.”
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
20th October, 2017)