My Choice, My Life I choose to bleed pink Choosing to accept death, I choose to be religious, To live a spiritual life, To be humble. I choose to work on my mental health, I choose education,
I choose to exercise In order t o be well. I choose to be happy. I have a new home and heart h, And I choose to leave the door open Inviting in the good of the world. Collaborative poetry by the IC Members of Writing with Fiona