Hot tea
Warm lighting
Sitting with
These thoughts I'm fighting
Back
Because I have no right to be sad
It's my decision
My life to be had
And then a thought pops in my mind
In years of future
Of eyes so kind
A little daughter
An awkward son
A family that
Depends on
Me
A future life that I could change
A future child I have not named
If I'm not here then neither will they
If I'm not here their paths could be
For worse
The ones
That will be here regardless
Them all
I hear them crying to me
My future, distant, family.
