
From the Latin word via dolōrōsa, literally, sorrowful road
oOo
Once upon a time, there was a veil
of thorns -
behind it,
the passages of time
- through which one walks -
bleeding and bereft of sense
and courage
- to reach the peak
before noon
and watch the world -
endless
eternal
unforgiving
- unparalleled
in its cruelty.
To pass through offers
growth -
of thicker skin
- will-bes
not could-beens -
basking in the sun
which invites the leap -
not of faith, but
- to dive into the realm
of those who walk amongst gods
So far above
the air whispers -
pleas of caution
murmurs of the motherly
- to be wise in one's -
endeavours, with
- know-hows to make way through
hardships
conflicts
to grasp the sun
and not get burnt.
To pass through
the veil of thorns -
where nothing is certain
- is to dare run
leap
soar
towards these aspiring heights
and not looks down -
- there, where the sun
cannot reach
cannot burn -
lies the homes
of comfortable
despair
- to break
the chains that bind
one to the pillows of complacency;
Below there too lies -
the sea
- the vast expanse
across which one can walk
to where the sun cannot shine -
no lights,
only bright eyes.
In this darkness
we could have stayed
instead of daring to dream -
pretend that we were gods
- that one day
we could pass through
the veil of thorns.
To pass through
means to bleed -
though thicker skin
might not grow
- for the peak of stars lies
at the end
of the ravages of time,
stained with fallen dreams
where only nightmares dare
to tread;
In this darkness
we could have stayed
instead of daring to dream -
here it is empty
lonely
- you went to where no chains
could tie you to the hellish mare;
Atop my own steed
I stride deeper -
into this vast expanse
- where no memories -
of my veil of thorns
- remain
though ever bleeding -
in search of the zenith of my own convictions
- never to be found again.
oOo
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