Catholic during the Great Apostasy

There is pain hiding in the shadows.

The pain of forgetting and the pain of remembering

In the darkness memories awaken

And the dawn brings oblivion

The eternal Sisyphean labors

Like life they go round and round

With darkness you fight being a part of it

Loser you fall you give up everything

And though the light sets you free

The shadow of darkness remains

As a memory of former strength

Illusory as houses on sand

But real in black dreams

Humility gives oblivion

But only faith respite

A shadow marked soul

Lives the glory of days gone by

The days of defeat and the fall of the black days

You live in the emptiness of your own thoughts

You speak no one listens

You write no one reads

A ray of faith still shines

But it’s far from a grain of mustard seed

You died a long time ago

But with faith dies the body

God heals it and darkness kills it

The dance of life or death

You are not a falling star but only a skylight garnering and unable to go out, blinking in the darkness but unable to dispel the shadows walking around you, until finally you go out and there is no one left to lend a hand.

You die in oblivion and the memory of your fall

You see your face in the mirror, but not your soul. You live by hope, and it dies last, then only a flimsy body remains.

March 26, 2023

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