A Duality of Being

It starts like every other day.
Golden sunlight filtering through the curtains,
the blinding glory of another night survived.

1

Smooth sailing seas ahead, nothing quite out of place.
Yet, a little niggling sensation in the far corner of my mind;
an inkling of a doubt that begins to swirl up,
slowly grabbing at the edges of my consciousness.

2

Up and up it builds its castle of shadows.

‘Please,’ I pray, ‘Not this. Not again.’

Before the next breath is drawn, everything topples.

3

The castle turns to swirling smog,
its debris piercing the fragile peace.
Shattered, bruised, my ego lays bare.
Vulnerable, I cry for mercy.

‘Ask of whom?’ sneers a voice on the inside.
‘Who shall forgive you but you?’
‘Who shall protect you from you…
but you?’

And just like that, it’s over.

4

The clouds of storm begin to waft away,
leaving in their wake a hollow, meaningless carcass.

The sun’s rays – now dulled by the density of destruction –
once again begin to build what was fallen;
once again try to mend what was broken.

Blessed is he who knows not how it feels
to live a duality of being.

Final

‘Duality’
Watercolours on paper.

References:
sunset snow‘ by AustriaAngloAlliance
STORM AT SEA BG STOCK VII.3‘ by ArwenArts

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