Colours of a Dignified Descent

And if she is doomed to despair,
will she escape with dignity and care?
With the colours of spirit flying high,
she floats from the shore to the salty sky.

To the deep, she drifts, arms wide,
embracing the tide, the pull, the slide.
Letting go of breath, yet not of grace,
her spirit dances in this watery space.

The waves, they cradle her gentle fall,
a final surrender, an eternal call.
For even in sadness, there's beauty to keep—
a quiet embrace, an endless sleep.

If despair is her fate, then let it be,
that she departs with serenity.
With colours unfurled, like wings in flight,
she fades into the eternal night.