Those who have glimpsed the Truth,

can not hold on for long

before fate forces their faith to ensure they either;

break themselves upon the shore of seclusion,
in search for the harbour of their fortitude
in lieu of fables of greater fated fortunes,
which behold the gateway to the main vain for the space between the rain.

Or

wither into the weeds
with a heart filled with bliss,
whilst their inner Being bleeds
unholy woe to their smothered soul;
Its the price all must make
when they forsake becoming Whole