You are the one who gets to decide.
Yes, we are wounded. We are hurt; we’re betrayed.
Awful things happen.
The sky does fall down.
This isn’t the life we’d expected to have.
It’s not what we wanted; it’s not the life we planned.
No, we don’t get a say in the cards we are dealt.
And we don’t have control over choices others make.
But we still get to choose how we’ll play what we’re dealt.
For we hold the pen. And we write the next line.
The future is yours.
You will make it.