The False Dichotomy of My Descentt

The False Dichotomy of My Descent... Falling, beyond the precipice, into this gaping chasm. Numbness ensues, whirling emptiness, swirling around and around, in the recesses of my mind, as it plummets, in silent freefall. My choices are stark, hit rock bottom, eyes open, splitting into fragments, left strewn across the canvas of loss. Or, shutting my eyes, descending into oblivion, exhaling as the valley of sorrow reaches up, claiming me as its own. But, I choose to glide, floating on thermals of hope, settling deep in the bowels, of this desolate grave, to begin anew, free from the fiction of truth, to live, to love, once more, no longer an accomplice, and never again, a slave.