Point of A Circle

 My understanding of life is no understanding at all,
 When I am certain I have made the right choices,
 I taste my greatest darkness,
 It doesn't come from the outside; the walls within crumble,
 It shakes the bravery out of me, has me stammering like a child,
 And makes me look heavenwards and ask a million whys.
 The light hurts like it would kill me;like it would never stop hurting,
 Never is a long time, a time without ending...
 I wish I could return this borrowed light, give it all back, once and for all,
 But that's wishful thinking,
 For, I am that point of a circle from where the light began lending.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof