Every beginning
has an ending.
Just as every ending
has a beginning.
A dizzying cycle of beginnings and endings
Never truly ending.
The end is a hypothetical comforter,
Given to those who weep
To give them something to strive towards.
But really, there is no end.
Once you’ve reached the end,
You see it is only the beginning of the end.
Now you’ve wasted away,
Hoping for the end.
So you try and try and try
To grasp the blanket and pull it around yourself.
The end.
But you begin to grow
And the blanket becomes too small
For your now enormous body,
And cold seeps through the end of the blanket and chills your very soul.
Another ending;
The end of warmth, of comfort.
However, this ending is also another beginning.
The beginning of yet another journey towards yet another end.
As you can now see, the end is never truly the end
Simply a mythical pause,
A hitch in your breath
A ray of hope.
The ray grows as the day continues,
But diminishes as the night is ****** upon the earth.
Until once again the sun shines.
Although you may think there is an end,
I can assure there truly is not.
For every beginning
there is an ending.
Just as every ending
Has a beginning.
So to those who weep,
Let me shine upon you
A dabble of light:
If you ever feel that you have hit The End,
I declare you have simply reached another beginning.