An Unexpected Spark of Faith

And in this melancholy indignation of myself,

I pounce upon the dimness of that whimsical star shimmering down onto me –

basking in the gloriousness

that this nighttime feeling induces in me.

Anything to dastardly cower away from my real intentions;

putting forth the strained effort to pick myself up.

And then,

as if the skies had heard my anguished cries –

I become moonstruck.

Hypnotized.

And like an epiphany,

an intense intuition strikes a chord in me –

as it was foretold,

so long, long ago.

“Be patient,” others had spoken to me.

And I was.

And here it is.

I am locked in a mental fortress, alone with my thoughts.

And I envision that ultimate entity;

that righteous being who will save my life.

And I smile.

For what a comedy it is that I shall be forgiven

after pedaling my feet through the wicked woes of hell.