Receiving the Light
Experience descends upon me
Like liquid flow;
Water or fire.
Life or death;
Psychology at its finest.
Pain is only temporary
As healing words
Patch up self-created
chasms.
I can't help but wonder
If I have indeed
Received the Light
Of my own salvation.
Be it mere illusion
Or a circus act
I may never know.
What I do know
Is what it's like
To mend what
Should have been broken.
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