Into the dark I stride; the deep unfathomable tide. With each step, I feel the chilled embrace of a cold wave heralding me further into the abyss. Step after step, wave after wave, I delve further into the looming depths; the welcoming arms of an enigma of immeasurable magnitude. I pause. Within my chest there issues a faint hiss of desperation: why? To leave behind what I knew and cherished for so long, to venture beyond the limits of my knowing, and charge headlong into this realm of maddening darkness; why? I continue my stride, and attribute the hesitancy to an era of bygone joy. It was the final bastion of a world I knew, a quaint memory of a time I loved. But it too, is now in the past. With no indication of remorse on my face, or slight in my step, I continue my journey into the vast unknown that lays before me.
A haunting melody bequeaths its mysterious gift upon mine ears; a serenade from the sirens that invariably plot their course around me. They taunt me into a state of simple acquiescence, lulling me into accepting the tribulations of the path I have chosen. Each time my mind wanders into a memory, whether pleasant or malicious, the song taints it, twisting it into a monstrous behemoth that my fragile mentality can bear but for only so long. Just before each breaking point, the memories are pulled from me. They are locked away, and will never be the same. For each time I attempt to recall any of them, I simply recall the corrupt notion of what was, and as such return them to their respective compartments within my psyche. Eventually, it will be as second nature to forget they are even there.
With each passing second of the serenade, I embrace the darkening depths as my home. The churn of each wave, the sting of the salt: this is my fortress. These are the walls that will ensure my safety and protect me in solitude. This is the place where my dreams will drift away, and my life will be guided by the ebb and flow of a hand other than my own. For up until this point, I have tried to endure the choices I’ve made, and the path I had chosen. It lead to naught but strife and agony. No more will I be the victim of those choices. No longer will I be subjected to the worst torture imaginable: my own thoughts and actions. I accept that my fate is not one of my own choosing, but warmly embrace the chilled touch of the guiding hand I have placed myself in. The motion of each tide will guide my steps, and the sting of the frigid water will caress my hand as it shapes my mind and heart into the cold instruments of survival they have needed to be for so long.
This is my rebirth. This is my awakening. This is the new era of Me.