Futility

Low winter rays burn my retinas, bite my brain
But the ice cold river whispers in my ear, promising to ease my pain.
The sun and the guard-rail are one,
My heart and the current are another.
The maelstrom seeks out my soul, like a lover
To lie forever in its icy embrace,
Frozen in a peaceful state of grace.
My tears rise as steam off the surface of the St-Lawrence
As dark thoughts come in torrents.
What if the shock awakens me to a new reality
And my mind changes, cowardly ideas loosen their hold?
Paralyzed, no longer by fear but by the cold,
It will be too late to fight the imminent brutality.
5 years have flowed under that bridge.
Laughable now, to imagine contemplating that plunge.
The futility of it, like battling a flood with a sponge.
"Bring it on!" I scream to the sky,
"Is that all you got, Big Guy?"
There is no going back, in Life or Death;
It's an onward journey, from the first to the
  ...very

        ...last


             ...breath.



Peace to all,

Andrea, Wanda, Volcandrea, whatever.