Pride and Joy

The choice was mine, until it wasn't. I had so much to look forward to. My whole life ahead of me to figure it out. My options suddenly dwindled in the fear of permanent damage. The choice could suddenly and very realistically be snatched away. Forced to deal with the truth that so many others face. I hear kids laughing and I cry for what I might never know. But thankfully there is hope, there is a major chance that it'll all go away, that it will get better, and that one day I'll be painting that room the color I always dreamed and bringing home that bundled up blanket that holds my pride and joy.