
The Descent
Updated: Mar 15, 2018

I thought that the descent
was akin to death.
An excruciating disintegration
from which I’d never return.
I’d assumed I’d dissolve
when taken down below.
Instead, the depths offered me
elation and bliss.
Not in the beginning, however.
Not for a very long time, in fact.
For a while the void assailed me
with anguish and despair.
Certain that this was my undoing
I allowed it to gut me.
Eviscerate me,
leaving me splayed and raw.
But here I am ascending,
exhumed from the deep.
Transforming the dross
into fertile ground.
I’ve long since ceased
to revile the descent.
I know it is a fecund gift
given by the hands of change.