Journey through the abyss

When, upon a door opens
to reveal a glimmer of glistening light,
the one who’s mind
has grown tired
of something meaningless,
burns with an emotional  fire and a will of curious,
will risk a peak and upon that sight
of drawing in pure light
places himself to be revealed!
 
Within pure light he sees himself
as a mere shadow of his own being.
You see,
his eyes had never truly seen.
His presence, never truly there.
His mind now painfully aware
of it’s own ignorance
(what was pre-supposed yet now so obvious).
And so that darkness
now alit;
matter found mind,
mind found spirit.
 
To fuel a  fire, an intense desire
to  fill that space that is lacking
beyond the cries of intense pleasure, intense pain.
That which makes a man,
a man yet to become.
 
With the vague memory of a mystical nature,
(not to be confused with the demons of the past),
from the paradox of his societal stature
he begins to break free at last.
A trace of old chains now rattling at his feet;
A call to look upon his inner state.
He now can’t confuse that heavy weight,
that made him succumb to his own defeat.
With eyes now open he may
now truly differentiate
between that that is he,
through that that he is not.
 
In this, the man who’s been gifted
even only a glimpse of that pure light
will burn more than ever with thirst and hunger
for true knowledge;
knowledge beyond normal human sight.
And in this will abandon the previous dream;
a home that had promised comfort and security
now seems placid and lifeless in its false certainty.
He will never choose to go back
to where he felt that lack.
 
And so,
he motions himself through the door.
A heavy fall is his first step.
With wails that echo with the fright of his
nothingness,
he tumbles deep into an abyss;
a convolution of pure light, pure darkness;
a test of faith beyond the senses.
At this point he may wish
he’d never chosen this.
 
Though here is where true living begins.
A life that was before void of essence,
is now a journey as could only be told
as mythical tales, science fictions, odysseys...
kings, knights, sorcerers, queens,
dragons, beastst, nature deities...
astral light beings, frightful demons,
the gates of hell, angel’s realms
and everything in between these.
 
As he conquers the unruly,
surpasses the deceitful,
breaks the self-righteous
and softens the frightful,
(a challenge arduous, though rewarding.
Painful,
though relieving.)
he finds a deep forgiveness.
He becomes
a master
over what is his,
and a true knower
of his own abyss.
And in this,
merges with his one true nature
beyond the light and darkness.

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J Ann Crowder
más de 3 años

Very deep! I love turning something deep into poetry. Very nicely done!

Esther Yasmin Groeneveld
Esther Yasmin Groeneveld
más de 3 años

Thank you for your comment and compliment!

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