The mourning rock parable

My mourning is a rock      
When it landed it was all I could see    
There it was before me    
Imposing, menacing      
A dark figure casting a gargantuan shadow over me    
There was nothing I could see but the rock and its shadow    
The world that was before was gone      
I wanted to creep under it and let it crush me    
But it wouldn't    
As it wouldn't go anywhere either    
I tried turning around and walking away
But the shadow was so massive I couldn't find my way    
Lost, I stumbled and fell and realized I was still there, at its feet    
I yelled at the rock but it was helpless    
I hit it, kicked it, hoping it would roll over in any direction      
I would have welcomed its blow      
I kept on going mad at it    
Howling and shaking in frenzy      
Until my strengths were dried out    
After a long period of dead stillness      
I tried climbing the rock with an urge to survive      
Still submerged in darkness I attempted to go over it      
But eventually fell and felt hopeless again  
I tried going around but I wandered blindly in circles      
And soon enough I was before it again    
Then, when I had come to accept this nightmare as my fate    
Came a voice from somewhere else, like an angel and it said:    
"Take a step backwards, always facing the rock, trust me, do it again and again."    
I didn't listen at first, I was too tired to      
"What's the point, anyways?", I said to the invisible voice      
But I had tried everything, so I finally heeded those words I had heard
I took one step a day, never a leap, and always facing it      
I got farther and farther away      
It was years until I realized      
That what the angel intended was that I see the rock      
For what it truly was, nothing but that    
And from a distance I still saw it    
But no longer entrapped in its shadow      
It looked like a small pebble      
Sitting on beautiful landscape      
A world that is dark indeed, partially      
But that is also mostly light    
And it can only really be grasped  
How breathtaking it is, how amazing    
If it's taken for all that it is    
If it's taken as a whole  
My mourning is a rock, nothing less and nothing more
Written by GBLJ09712 (Luis Cruz)
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