The Darkness That Tried to Grasp the Light

All misfortune begins with obsession.
The fear of loss gives birth to obsession,
which then turns into madness
and ultimately destroys everything.

Such is the terror of possession.

I believed I lived detached from the world,
free from desire.
But the moment I discovered the light,
I lost myself.

I wanted to possess that light.
I gave up everything to claim it—
but that was hypocrisy in disguise.

In truth,
I tore away my own fragile shell,
and in the rupture,
I let the darkness in.

Obsession turned my time into hell,
and stained my soul black.

It was something I could have let go.
Why, then, did I hold on so tightly?

I longed to carry the light within me,
but that very desire
was what cast me into the shadows.

Had I simply let the light be—
without trying to seize it—
I too might have been filled with its radiance.

But instead,
I raged to clutch it in my small hands.
And in doing so,
the darkness devoured me.

It blinded my eyes,
deafened my ears,
and stripped me of direction.

Trapped within a deep tunnel,
I wandered—
no longer knowing the way back,
nor the way forward.

Only when I finally emerged from the cave
did I understand:
it had all been an illusion.

And at last,
And finally,
the mirror of the soul asks in return.:

“Was I ever truly sincere?”