Epiphany

 

Epiphanies are blessings, they are deep breathes of fresh air.

They invigorate you with insight after having succumbed to the unknown.

But an epiphany is rare.

So rare, in fact, that when you stumble upon one it blindsides you in an extravagant manner.

They crush your doubt and begin churning deep within, waiting to exert their knowledge using you as a vessel.

They reinvent.

They activate.

They are the strike to the match and fuel to the fire. 

They are life-changing.

 

For the past year my mind has been frenzied with unexplainable emotions and thoughts.

Not complete feelings however, but a tinge of some complex truth; some desire my soul emitted but my brain could not comprehend.

I begged myself for an answer.

But this desire intended to stay hidden and was undeterred in doing so.

I jammed my eyelids together so tightly and violently that the simple nature of separation was impossible.

I pushed deep inside and crawled through endless crevices.

I desperately searched for the answer to an unknown question.

I was lost.

And while I was lost by path became overgrown.

I blindly stumbled off course and began devolving my faith and morals.

While I was absent my body was left to live alone.

But while I was shuddering below and forgetting what light looked like, I found it.

I found the question and the answer.

I marveled at its simplistic beauty and blatant obviousness.

I found my needle in a haystack.

It was a simple arranging of sounds.

A careful construction of vowels and consonants.

But yet it perfectly explained my secret desire.

Finally I can say it and know it and understand it.

Finally I can act upon it.

I had found the word that explains my confusing emotions.

Discontent.

Author's Note

My hiatus is over! I am happy to present a poem that I wrote that explains a recent epiphany that surprised me on Saturday morning. Hopefully I can now build upon it. As always, constructive criticism is GREATLY appreciated. Hope this made you think!