A soul's cul-de-sac

At some turning points of your life, you wish you never knew it all, and just carried an indifferent life. Fallen pieces of yourself are torn along the way, some being burnt to dust, some you lost, and others you willingly gave but never got back. A solemn march towards purification, taking away all that is not yours, all that you thought was yours, and all that veils the Truth. A hard task to endure when you finally settle on an idea, but that very idea, that was so dear to you and subconsciously granted, fears and fails you. 

Wretched soul, you are again at your Beloved's door. Nor head you can raise nor eyes, for all this time you turned them away from his Face. You seek the way, you brave the danger, but alas only "you" is the sacrifice ! 

Admit your loneliness and embrace it, only thus you are near and far, behold the Essence that never betrayed your company nor left you when your soul drowned in the dark, enveloping your spirit until your last breath.

The closer you step, the deadliest is the temptation, in unforeseen anger bursts you march down back to where your journey started.

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