Shall I the shaft of outrage hurl against unfeeling Fate?
Or is it my unheroic place to accept the untimely fall of my soul’s mate,
To place one footfall next to the last,
And let go of all that held me fast to this bare rock, Life?
Is it easier to cast off the tether that bonds me to remembrance’s raft
And watch with glum acceptance as it plunges over memories' falls?
Out of sight, out of mind? Is this the only choice left to me and my kind
Or am I right to hold tight that line no matter how hard the tug and never forget?
