Can This End Please?
Can this end please?
Or is it penance in motion
Years of repentance for a previous birth
Like the unfathomable depths of an ocean
It’s like one hurdle after another, each one conquered, victorious
Yet the scar remains, the bruises burnished into the soul
Pierced with stabs of grief, pain, fear
And yet…we are bound to persevere
Or are we? Can we not just halt? Or…finish?
Halt, breathe and move again
Or finish – yet unfinished finishes
Like unlit lamps, like undiscovered treasure will continue to gnaw
The conscience knows – it is eternal – is it not?
The human body, its mere vessel for a short ride
Miniscule almost in the grander scheme of things
Yet there, nevertheless, and so it must answer to itself
And unfinished finishes are never an end, they loop
Thus I know – have always known – that the path must be taken
The challenge met, the grief felt and endured
Yet, there will always be light and that light will always guide
Nurture and comfort, even in the moonless night
The darkest days and the hardest fights
The light shall endure, and so shall I
Onwards, upwards, we shall strive and rise
