Illusion.

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The closer I get to my centre

The more it dawns on me

That what I expect to find

And what is actually there,

Are anything but.

 

I always thought the stronger I got

The more the flame at my core would rise

Pushing away the darkness

With nothing but my presence.

 

But, that is not the case

Strength is not having an abundance of light

To use against the darkness

Strength is not based on some metric between you

And whoever you think is at the top.

 

Rather, strength is finding fulfilment

 At fighting the relentlessness of the darkness

With nothing but cinder as a weapon.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: chateaugrief