30 Day Poetry Challenge - Day Thirty

Day Thirty - Write a poem where something (big or small, abstract or concrete) comes to an end.



And in the End…

And in the end,
I stare at the precipice of eternity
A gaping, sucking maw of uniform chaos
Dissolving the foundations beneath my feet.

Grain after grain, stone after stone;
Everything that was safe and recognizable
Is crumbling to bracingly unrecognizable dust,
Bringing me closer and closer
To my own destruction… or my own reimagining,
For this could be my a new beginning
Just as easily as it might become my undoing.

Set in motion long ago by invisible cosmic forces,
Guiding me like a friendly cobblestone path
Through the thick of the forest…
I follow it forward with never a thought
Of where it might take me,
Telling myself I’ll turn back soon enough.

There is no going back for me;
The paths behind me are a faded wash
Of sandy, unattainable nostalgia,
Far beyond the grasp of my wishful fingertips,
So there’s only the end for me…

But do I let the ground fall beneath my feet?
Do I let the upheaval sweep me away;
A flailing, floundering passenger trapped
In the rush of a raging river’s current?

Or just perhaps… I’ll bring my knees in,
Hold out my hands before me,
Bow to the breathtaking rush of unknown
And spring forward into a graceful dive,
Proudly, and on my own terms.

Here I go…