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I had a choice. I thought I had squandered it.
My choice is a choice that I choose
it chooses.
In the worldly view,
it might seem to define me in
one season of my life,
but it can only go so far,
regardless of the knock-on effects.
One choice indefinitely leads to another,
overriding one life-altering breaking point
to the next.

The paradigm I used to get by
leaving me to paddle my own canoe.
What was once real but not real,
like a river, it never goes in reverse,
like a hen keeps her chicks
faintly stand on its own feet,
let alone find its way back.
Why go backward in the first place?
Though it was a spell
ultimately, it redefines
my call,
my essence –
forging a new path
to a well-lived

My present, future, eternal hope
would never again
count on the paradigm that once was,
now was not
my eternal, future, present truth
would never again
make room for the obsolete, the condemning,
the coward, the condescending,
the esoteric, the disingenuous,
the irredeemable valley of the shadow
that runs deep, go all against what sets me free
now I have a new choice –
to break the spell,
to part the pain, the holler,
the misfit, the hypocrisy,
the conditioning, the narrative,
the choice that lived.
Paradigm free is free,
bondage free is free indeed

What if the choice that once occupied ceased to settle?
What if the choice is a signpost leads me to the firmament?
What if the choice is a true blessing for a fresh pasture?
What if the choice as an internal answer gives rise to a new destiny? ✨

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Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead), behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the dawn, If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, Even there Your hand will lead me, And Your right hand will take hold of me.

Psalms 139:7-10 Amplified Bible (AMP)
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