It was my choice
I left
I got on the plane
I forced the yoke
I lived through the crash
I recovered from my wounds
Found some antibiotics for the infection
Nursed the pain
Watched as one by one
More worthy heroes fell
(It’s not so far from grace to death)
Embraced those left
Learned how to eat what I could find
Learned how to walk alone under a full moon in the desert
Escaped the snake pit
Learned how to navigate the jungle from under a canopy so dense
The sun was blinding when I took that one last step
Into the light
Found I needed nothing more
To survive
Than what I already have
Inside
Still I’ll never quite get over living
Without you
Big, gray building