One succumbs to holistic approaches when the pain inside is no longer benign.
Diligently trying every approach, to no avail.
Losing battle after battle can but only drain the mind.
Looking for any way out without a spiritual guide or loss of pride,
using self-discovery as the palette to becoming purified.
Suddenly, emotions collide.
Critical emotions that one must recognize,
and humbly abide, and gracefully leave behind.
Horrified and magnified, the trials are monumental.
Inner-thoughts judgemental.
Until it all becomes clear,
you decide when to become transcendental.
One must never depart their fight from emotional apartheid.
When aware of the daily barrage of mental damage we endure, one can see their own personal internal genocide,
the pain inside.
Unveiled roots, deep within the soil, suddenly crackle and split after one cleans the inner-self.
Calmy dusting off the cranial bookshelf.
Clean from self-doubt, and done inflicting the avoidable self-pain, the daily drains, of ones brain, can no longer lay claim.
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