To Belong, or to Break?

I don’t know how the world might end—

Does silence fall, or chaos bend?

A quiet pause, a fading beat,

Or roaring storms that won't retreat?

Does anger crack the sky with fire,

Or leaves fall slow with cold desire?

Is thunder loud, or grief more still,

A whispered spite, a sharpened chill?

These ocean depths, they pull me deep,

In waters dark, I dare not sleep.

Should I swim back—return, revive?

Or sink beneath, no will to strive?

Let sunlight scorch me where I stand,

Or pass through me like golden sand.

Become a prism, let light stay—

Reflect the warmth I kept at bay.

Should I belong to earth and sea,

Or let the world belong to me?

Should I smile through every ache,

Or let the weight cause me to break?