Journey To The End Of Pain Poem by Jara Son of Ahaz

Rain lashes my face as I enter the cave.
Not rain really but the pain that washes over me.
Dark hall lays before me light behind me ahead gloom,
Mirrored in the depth of my heart.

I trudge onward my life before me.
Passages of life’s moments left and right.
Ones history like branches from a tree,
Some full of life, while others whither.

Stepping deeper I see the cracks of the mind.
Enlightenment, joy, realization.
Clouds deepen to this days reality.
Melancholy, hopelessness, despondency, depression.

Once more indecision.
Glancing back the light of the door marked “Hope”.
Stepping forward the end beckons.
The abyss, the end of pain.