rogueinladysclothing | Choosing a side [Writing Prompt]

Mine is not a side that someone chooses to be on. The person I’ve become and choose to be time and again is not the kind of person that keeps up personal relationships well. It’s not the kind that’s sweet or shy or timid. It’s not the kind that sits quietly or lets others do anything that they could do themselves.

I am as independent as they come, even if it tries to kill me.

I’m the rain that falls when you least expect it, the one that can become a raging storm with thunder and lightning or evaporate into a warm, sunny day. I can be soothing one moment and violent the next. I am fierce and I am full of rage, but my heart is filled with compassion and a care deeper than any ocean or sea. Those I care about can always count on me being there when they call and I will never, ever let them down unless something else puts me down first.

I am the one who stands in the middle, looks to both sides, and then runs to whatever side needs her most, arms outstretched for the hands of those who need me. And that’s who I want to be. I want to be the one who can be depended on, who can bear arms for those in need, who can remove those things that hurt the people I care about most. It’s not what I always manage, but I will always strive for it.

And that’s why, dear one, no matter where you are, no matter what you’ve done, no matter how angry you’ve made me or how much I might wish it weren’t true, I will always choose your side. I don’t expect you to choose mine and I would never ask you to, but I care for you and so you will always have my support.

Take my words for what you will. Trust them as you do me or don’t, but know that if it means safeguarding your life or who you are, I won’t back down. You’re too important to me to lose, even if that should mean losing myself.

Your side is mine, and I don’t want it to be any other way.