My View

When your path is not clear
and your vision is clouded,
how can you stand up,
and expect to be counted?

Each of us has their own point of view,
let me be the judge of what I have to do.
I respect you all and will face demons alone,
Not letting me try will cut to the bone.

Some time in the coming,
its no easy choice I make,
perhaps in time,
for my selfishness I'll pay.

Cutting off nobody,
a little space I need,
to develop on my own,
stand on my own two feet.

Give me time to breath,
and be whom I want to be,
let time be the judge,
of a happy ending.

To my true friends I will return,
developing character stronger I will become
and from this experience I will learn,
be able to teach my daughters and son.