The Start Of the End

The start of the end.
Brings along the new beginnings.
We lose the ones we love.
And find the ones we cherish.
We go through loss and depression.
Only to find happiness and companionship.
We hold tight to our old ways.
When we should be making way for the new.
When hardship and happiness are tied into one.
And a forked road is presented to us.
Our choices become what define us.
And our decisions become us.
When the unstoppable force of our will.
Meets the unmovable object that is life.
And our seat-belt comes undone.
When our airbags don't deploy.
And our ambulance gets caught in riots.
And the hospital is in the flames of discord.
We can only count on ourselves.
And our choices.
And the fate we have chosen.
To see us through the fatal crash.
Our lives are fragile.
And we are the children.
Carrying a bag of stones.
While running along a lane of glass houses.

Dale Innes Wylde Hughes .©