"Choosing" by George Frederick Watts (1817-1904)
She should have,
She ought have,
She must have,
But she didn't.
Didn't feel the bond, didn't feel the love
Didn't care to stay, didn't want to care.
Once the lightness was felt, the emptyness revealed,
the freedom from the burden, the release from the obligation,
There was no turning back.
Life awaited, youth beckoned, and new opportunities, rose into view.
Few can refuse to live life unfettered,
When hope and youth cling weakly on a battered thread,
Tossed about by the relentless wind.
No questions asked,
No questions remain,
No judgement for choices,
No rancor for pain.
Life goes on, without missing a beat.
The world still revolves, the tides still come ashore.
All measured in years, or measured in tears,
The worth of a life, whether cherished or not.