Immanence of The Light

The Light, once a source of solace and hope, now eludes my grasp, intertwining rejection with sorrow. As I extend my hand towards it, its icy embrace seeps into my essence, altering me in unforeseen manners. Pain assumes the role of a sculptor, remoulding and reshaping, etching profound marks upon the essence of my being. The burden of loss fuels a profound metamorphosis amidst the depths of despair, birthing strength from the crucible of anguish.