I choose not to see you as the vessel which emptied me but as one that filled me.
I choose not to look at you with eyes of resentment but with those of amazement.
I choose not to see you as the one who took from me but as the one who shook me.
I choose not to see you as the one who broke me but as the one who poked me before I could explode.
It’s not a question of your deceit but one of my conceit.
I don’t get to make a lot of choices here yet, I deliberated on being liberated from the terrors you threatened.
You do not give me a choice on your appearance yet it makes no difference because I choose perseverance while I await your reappearance.
I choose not to mourn but to be unborn to be reborn.
I choose not what could have, would have or should have been but what is.
You are an end that reintroduces a beginning.
Death, you’re just a veil that doesn’t prevail in the end.