The light in the abyss

There is a reprieve in the bottom of that abyss,
that comes of having no place else to turn,
nothing else to expect,
nothing else to fear,
no hope,
no desire,
only silence and despair.
 
The silence there echoes so profoundly
one's voice is lost not in the absence of sound,
but in the cries that cannot escape,
the symphony of souls lost, blind and deaf to one another,
unaware they suffer only because the other is there,
imagining they are alone, they alone know this place.
 
The sad truth being that escape is impossible
only because one will not help the other,
but would rather tear and rend themselves
than lift another from the darkness.
Some repent, bowing to an imaginary being,
others to their self reliance.
All fail for placing themselves first,
and thusly die alone, lonely, sad and disappointed
thinking themsleves having won.
 
The light is not in a god or in oneself.
It lies in the hearts of others, not one, but all.
And it is all that are required
that we might escape this abyss we have thrown ourselves into,
seeking to be nearer our desires,
when taking the hand of those next to us
is all, all, that matters.
 
It is the brave one who stops the agony and seeks the light,
who looks up, and to the other,
and sings despite that silence
and takes the hands of those next to them,
pulling them out of the shared darkness
and into one another's arms,
embracing their differences,
and becoming more for the sum,
than for the division.
 
Be the light, give it to others, find your peace,
leave the abyss.
Never return.

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