Abyss beneath pride's pinnacle
plummeting in hollowed glare,
darkness swallowing vanity's lesions,
crown cast into the waiting epiphany enigmas.
Dialogue of self barbs
a descent in recrimination thorns,
but heart quivers in its sickness of emptiness,
begs the refuge without deceit's sun,
at last allowed truth to have it victor.
No longer draped in pearly robe of perfection
ignoring the stains from obsession,
to willingly slip as shard of arrogance's vase
into the unknown, in quest of the flame of grace.
Resting, stripped of all illusions,
born anew in the midnight of one's delusions,
a seed instead of whitewashed viper
waiting a ladder towards deliverance
lowered by loving hands
with forgiveness as it rungs,
Because the diet, vainglorious
served a wretched famine in humility,
tasted with the expiration of boasting,
while grateful for purging within,
which only happens if the will takes
the last fall.
Bronze trophy winner
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