De Profundis

Out of the depths of sorrow. The deepest sorrow your childhood melancholies only prepared you for. Those still times when there was that sadness in the broad sunlight, a reminiscence accompanied by one lonely tear. An aloneless felt in an anonymous crowd.

Out of the deepest darkness, where you were met with that one and far away pinpoint of supernal light, the spirit.

There were lessons to be taught, wisdom to be gained, emotions to be felt, thoughts to be thought, and the soul demanded a new, broader expression, the body a new, deeper suffering, the spirit a new, more congealed singularity to a diamond point. Wholeness would not be denied.

And you look back on it all and say, 'would I have changed a thing?' Comes the wise answer.

'no'