What is hiding in the shadows?
Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet?
I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.
Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners?
I met a monk yesterday evening;
I met a monk on my way back home, as I returned from another day of running behind lost causes;
He told me I was naive;
that I didn’t know who I was,
that I didn’t know what I was made of,
that I haven’t found my light yet because I never embraced my darkness.
I paid heed to what he said;
I paid heed and began my pilgrimage in the wake of this moonless night.
I went through alleyways lined with the momoirs of my past;
some pulled me into a deep embrace,
others hissed back.
I traveled past the relics that commemorated my wins,
and past the broken records that were stuck- stuck at the songs of some bitter defeats.
I ran through the corridors,
walked through several old rusty doors.
crawled across floors,
desperate to find the key.
The key to my heart;
the key that would take to my light, my love.
All of this seems like a trap now!
Each time I feel like I am done, another fragment of my darkness falls in front of me;
I have been picking up battles I never intended to.
These shadows don’t seem to end;
do they ever?