Who Are We?

In the embrace of Mary, cradling Jesus in her arms, We witness the weight of an immeasurable loss.

The Pieta in Rome, a majestic masterpiece,

Captures the essence of beauty entwined with pain.

Michelangelo's portrayal depicts a Son lost,

Sent to heal, yet crucified to absolve

The Sins of Mankind.

Who are We, and what are We, if not a paradox of Unity and Division?

It's within our nature to stumble,

Just as Man fell from Grace,

When Adam took that fateful bite from the Apple. Blame was placed on Eve for enticing him,

As fingers pointed at the Virgin for birthing a child, Destined for Crucifixion.

When will we cease crucifying the innocent?

When will we release our stranglehold

On the dreams and hopes that breathe life into our existence?

I yearn to surrender to the flow of the Universe,

To relinquish the relentless fight against life's currents.

Will it lead to a rise into Glory or a fall, much like a wounded soldier succumbing to insurmountable pain?

Will I ever Ascend again, or shall We, my Heart and Soul, Rise together?

You, who abandoned me at my weakest, a cruel twist of fate, it's not You I battle, but Myself.

Shall we Ascend, or shall we finally surrender to the enigmatic obscurity of the fading dream?

-Passionate Psychiatrist