What Lies Beneath

Truly one can't mask it all
For the public to identify the real complexion and complexities that stir within
Does thou require to inquire?
Underneath this false façade, what tinges with certainty?

Despondency grows in phases
Moments reek of the clinging mood
Seldom to notice exuberance in separation
Tears fracture in bitter, untold melancholy
No place is sacred
No land is a refuge
No dominion shelters the dismayed spirit

Where did this isolation commence?
When did its jowls attach in desperation?
Why groan in sorrow? grief? loneliness?

The heart yearns for undivision
Without the full satisfaction it pines for, it cannot blossom in beauty and substance
Torment and doubt pour its burning magma on the mind
Sorrow and impatience blanket the soul
The heart cannot present itself daily to its need
For the desire has transported to another realm
Where iniquity flourishes
Feasting upon the depraved offspring
Preying on their temptations and unkempt minds

Behold, the desire is not consumed by malicious deceit
It is shrouded in chivalry and nobility
Enveloped in intelligence and devotion
Its dedicated attitude is assuring beyond comprehension
But it lingers amongst the thorns
Battling through the venomous conflicts
Alone, it breathes wearily

How long must this suffering transpire?
How much more can one cloak its sadness to what it craves?
When will joy overcome these shadows of misery?
Close bonds reveal less time to travel this strenuous path
Yet the unraveling heart cannot capture the concept
It only pictures the current age - what it fails to distinguish

Still, it becomes fatigued in fury
Frustrated of the fortunate
The ones neglecting their blessings
The ones concentrating on their selfish pride and futility
Unappreciating their present belongings
Oh, how the heart could pronounce to them on changing their perspectives!
How their minds should be reminded what they lack in their advantage!
How their souls must reflect in what is God-obtained!
Where is their joy?
What is beneficial to maintain this dreaded curse?
Jealousy fumes angrily within the core

Lo! The heart's bloom is about to prosper
The calloused cracks absorb the roots, tenderizing the sores that failed to heal
Scars pacify in its deep tissues, surrendering for its strength to function
Distractions to covet, embrace sorrow and despair shrivel upon its birth from the fertile ground
Tranquility showers its consoling provisions, assisting the growth of required endurance
What was rooted in envy turns from its deadly sins as exquisite hope
Thriving on overwhelming trust and valor
Risking chances of temporary solitude
Outliving the combat to profit the soul

Optimism couldn't survive
It originates from absolute, sincere, divine reassurance
Thy forgiveness is overpowering with vigor
Thy serenity is immaculate in power
Thy undeserved grace is astounding
Thy faithfulness is commended
Thy word is luminous and undemanding
Thy love is unwavering and everlasting
How else can one honor their existence to Thee?
Only living in consecration forever as a mortal