Choices

Life is an ocean and we are all drowning.

Our bodies sink deeper in the cold water with every second.

Looking up to the surface, the light shines through

But down below the empty darkness reaches out to us.

And so here we make our choice.

Push ourselves to swim, climb, reach for the light of the surface!

Or cease our struggle and gently fall back in the waiting nothing.

You see there is only one outcome here.

Whether you fight or give up, death is inevitable.

But this is not the point

You see, to fall in nothing is to die with nothing.

But to struggle ever upwards, and finally break through the glittering surface.

Isn’t that what keeps the world alive?

The struggle of hope,

The ease of despair,

Is only up to you.  

Reviews

[Cyndy Robinson]

Agreed! Nice poem. I love the opening line.