You are struggling
You can not hold on.
There is nothing else to grasp.
You suffer.
You develop anguish.
Each, time consuming, hectic,
filled with with so much havoc.
You ponder, but you can not concentrate.
You search yourself, but you are too
busy straying from the jubilant and everlasting pathway.
You comply to every faultless demand.
Your mind is crowded with unmerciful
twists and turns.
You seek for the beautiful light that gradually
aviates upon your success.
And when you finally reach the peack,
You stumble and plummet down a dark, narrow well.
You are positioned on your side with wounds
surrounding greedily from every limb.
You lay there quietly thinking
this is the end.
And when you finally feel like a failure,
burdening a sunken heart,
a radiant beam has casted upon your face.
You are lifted.
You are light.