The Shadow of Olympus

Honoring the Blessed Gods of Olympus

There It Is



There it is.

It is as blinding now as the sun, that feeling that was weighing me down and toward the bottom of a dark sea. I felt as if they were moving away from me, one at a time and decisively, yet there it is, the answer, the longing to die.

There it is.

It is as terrifying as the horrors of war, that feeling of eternal darkness that seems to call to me with every breath I take. I feel as if they have abandoned me to this hopeless chit chat and prayer that does nothing but further my despair.

There it is.

It is as engrossing as the latest Star Wars Episode, that is to say not at all, and all in all I am ashamed. I feel as if I am hurting, not helping those I once thought wise. That this game we have been playing will come to no good end.

There it is.

It is as plain as the nose on my own face. That feeling that I must endure yet become still and quiet. That the temples will not rise if I continue nor the will of the gods be done, for I am not of this place, nor am I one of you.

There it is.

All the reasons I have for leaving. Leaving this place that is not a place, these rituals that bear no fruit, the abode of those who wish to be at the center of something greater yet never realized they always were.

There it is.

The reason I stay, for though I may not truly belong, I am made welcome. For though I am the adversary of many, I am the ally of a few. For though there is a part of me struggling to wrench me from all that is dear to me, there is another holding its ground.

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