The End of the Beginning

It began with a tiny black hole in my mind, bit by bit it gravitated me into the void; making me a slave to silence. I had never seen anything more powerful, perhaps it was a god; a deity of darkness or hell. I was immured in shackles, made a prisoner of the dark; yet in isolation I kept myself alive. I begged the many divinities of the world, yet none spoke of benediction. No one stood alongside and no one held my hand. I knew I couldn’t make it, but I didn’t let it show. My mind screamed in thoughts and my heart grew cold. I couldn’t feel the outside world, I was still in it but it wasn’t in me anymore. Thus, I clutched my heart in my hand and locked my fist. I switched off, bereft of any feelings; I became numb. ‘The Great Darkness’ became an acquaintance in solace and let slip it’s deepest and darkest secret, ‘’that the best way out is through’’. Hence, I placed back the frozen heart, hopeful it would melt; but flames breached from a rift; igniting a wild fire; captivating me and everything around. It was a renascence from my rite of passage, that rekindled the id; to moult and contort by the ordeal. A door closed behind me and a door swung open in front. I saw everything I never wanted and everything I always did. I came out to the dark alleys of the world with my chattel, a forever-burning candle; to light up yours; for it was the end of the beginning.