Blinded by the Shadow, Blinded by the Shine

A young one wandered in the shadows of nowhere; knocked into walls, tripped over objects and bumped into peers akin to their plight- countlessly.

 

The unscrupulous cycle heated their face, tears steamed out of the lifeless eyes.

 

The one stopped….

 

Something fell on the one’s head and they fell to their knees. The one felt the ground, picked an unfamiliar item, it was quite wet.

 

But the one was compelled to hold the thing high as they stand, a glimmer of white sparkled afar off.

 

Silhouette of the cross was in their hand, red liquid dripping from it, awed, followed the gleam from above.   

 

The blessing was radiant. The cross was the God-given compass, giving the vision to stalk the light.

 

The enlightened one will not be stopped… raged and rammed against many of the dark on the one’s clandestine path.

 

The enlighten one rallied with peers akin to their might, they neglected the thought of being blind, discarded the dim memories.  

 

Going further-higher the only way.

 

This must have been an illusion, others holding crosses were going back to where the enlightened one came from, to the forgotten depths.

 

Behind and distant, others have helped the dim-dark onto their feet.

 

Gripped the cross; in the fleshly chest, something fell unhinged. Perish the feeling, be above it all.

 

The higher one was almost at the top, almost. Didn’t notice at first but the one no longer saw the cross in their own hand.

 

Dropped the gifted compass, aimlessly searching. Everything, absolutely everything was only a flinching white.

 

But the blind-foolish one didn’t stop… kept to the path as if they still had sight.