Breakthrough

 From the basket of choices

I chose mara in Oblivion

I came broken, and without will

Even my body gave way in contempt

I watched life evolve from a dark place

At night I wallowed in pain

And in deep ponder, 

I questioned my Chi

Why have you given me mara?

That my limbs refused to aid me

My neck wobbled in pain

And my head was too heavy

You have graced the others

With limbs that praise them tirelessly

And without pain, they roam in routine

While I tarry in the dark

I grew on my back 

Bracing each passing day horizontally

I became too heavy 

Pain grew deeper in the process

Finally you decide to let me float

To reign in light heavenly body

Organ by organ, I gave up

I left the world with a smile of relief