Choices

Just an expression.

Just as I thought I had marched through my last parade,
I am forced to race through another storm.
A storm of more chaos than I ever thought possible.
For some a miracle of nature,
for others, a mistake needed to be cast away.
Where am I between these two?
How can I risk all that I am, for all that this is?
To go against my beliefs to please those around me,
Or to go towards mine, and ruin all that I wish to be.
Or, the hardest of all, give in to the miracle,
only to give it up in the end.
To know that I am alone through all this is the hardest.