THIS CHALLENGE OF MINE

There is nothing there, nothing that can be seen. But even though I can't see it, hear it, or touch it, it is there.

I can sense it through all my being; truth and glory lies before me, invisible to me.

Nothing can be wrong, all has to be perfect, as there is nothing left in this world, except me, and the challenge.

All I am is strained, pushing to a limit I can't exceed. The goal is far up ahead, and I can't see it. I can only sense it with my being. So many things have gone wrong this last year, and nearly all my powers are drained, leaving an empty shell behind. Now, I have to reach deep within, to find a place where power lies, so that I can yet again strive for a goal that is unknown to me.

I search for this place, but I am alone in my search. No one dares join me, because they fear what they might find out about themselves on the way. They fear the Storm of Truth and the Cleansing Wind. All they are all and all they were can be called fear, as all I am and all I was can be called pain. The Void that is my soul shrieks in pain, as I have lost all that is good in my life, and is searching only for pain. Inside.

The goal up ahead, and nothing between me and it, except me: my fears, my pains, my vanity. Curse this mortal shell. Curse the drained powers that was me. All I now can do is strive for a goal I can't reach, because I thought I had already found it, in my queen, and all my powers were lost when she turned her back on me, and left me in darkness.

Curses and blessings of time, striving for goals unreachable, looking for truth unbearable.

--Cindy Frane--