The Epic Within: --- AKSHR

The Epic Within:

O creature of clay, bound by the chains of your own grief,

How long will you wither in this dark, silent corner?

How long will you let the venom of your unwept tears

Scorch the very fabric of your divine soul?

You have wrapped yourself in the shroud of despair,

Chanting the elegies of a time that has passed.

But listen! Life is not a stone that stands still.

This stillness you court is but the whisper of death.

Lift your heavy head from your bruised knees,

Unseal those eyes, blinded by the dark.

Rise! For the dawn has grown weary of waiting.

Rise! For the long distances are calling your name.

And once you stand, unbowed beneath the sky,

Do not cage the tempest raging in your chest.

Break open the rusted doors of your heart,

Find a true companion, a mirror to your soul,

Or fall to your knees before the Maker of Stars,

And speak...

Speak every secret you have buried alive.

Bring forth the whimpers that died in your throat,

The radiant dreams that fell broken in the dust,

The deep, bleeding wounds that time refused to heal.

Rise, and share the burden of your soul!

For as long as you lock the truth inside,

This shadow within you will never dissolve,

Your agonizing pain will never find its cure.

Rise, break the silence, and claim your truth.