i chose the battle, well said my wonderful rula ;)

I especially like this line Rula: Driving my rebellious Spirit to her feet. I see much of myself here, as in my poem Constant Companion, about back ache.

I love how in the beginning you see life as a burden. So many want to hold on to that "burden", and for some it really is a burden. Your poem is inspirational to me. I have depression, chemically - and it runs rampant through my family. And every day it is a battle. But every day that you bring your rebellious spirit to her feet, she gets stronger. I am not sure if depression is what this poem is about, or just plain sadness which is more situational. But I am taking it to heart as a battle call against depression.

Choose or be chosen between Being and nothingness, the line is too thin. Happenings will happen if we let them happen, becoming a part of those umpteen chains one is tied to, infinitely. One can keep on breaking them to create an intended course. But how does one do this? How does one UNDO the onslaught of the Nature? And this is the central idea of your whole poem presenting here two distinct scenes. One, depicting the happening, the escape. The other, undoing of this happening by being present. And Presence is half the battle won. The beautiful aspect of this whole experience of yours is your PRESENCE even when you are trying to surrender. This PRESENCE keeps the battle alive even when we are on the verge of a surrender. No escape is a permanent escape when you SEE your self escaping. Its like a postponement of a battle which can be turned into a strategic retreat with a little resolve. Yes, the real battle is between an absence and your presence.

Facing the imminent burden of Life
One choice alone emerges with the Light
As Absence persists to wage its infinite battle
I stay to fight the war with my Presence