The Arc of Man

The Spiral path
Born in hushed depths.
Life begins within stillness, untouched.
A pulse beats softly, whispering.
The world unseen, the breath unbroken.
 
Eyes widen to dawnlit hues.
Tiny hands grasp air, light floods.
Laughter resounds, innocence blossoms unspoiled.
Each step echoes, milestones multiply endlessly.
 
Anger broods in corners unseen, veiled whispers.
Trust fractures, sharp words scar tender hearts.
Dreams unravel, tempestuous skies unfurling in chaos.
Childhood fades swiftly, burdens linger as shadows stretch.
 
Adolescence awakens, desires burn incandescently untamed.
Love ignites briefly, only to extinguish in sorrow's wake.
Hope flickers momentarily before surrendering, dreams falter.
Hurt entrenches deeply, scars crisscross unyielding human resolve.
 
Adulthood looms vast, pressure mounts insurmountably relentless.
Responsibilities burden shoulders heavy with unseen despair.
Ambition's path diverges from the purest intentions of youth.
Joy dissipates slowly, leaving desolation and longing pervasive.
 
Kindness emerges softly from desolate expanses untouched.
Connection rekindles embers, love repairs fractured souls.
Gentle words bridge vast rifts; healing whispers softly begin anew.
Companionship's solace rebuilds shattered vessels laboriously yet surely.
 
Aging arrives inexorably, stealing vitality and memory persistently.
Time's tide sweeps away treasured moments ceaselessly ephemeral.
Faces blur into timeless echoes, stories dissolve into myths unspoken.
The final steps tread softly, resignation replaces fleeting yearning entirely.
 
Death approaches soundlessly, bereft of emotion's burdens profound.
No joy awaits nor sorrow's weight; existence unwinds into voids immense.
Stillness reigns where turbulence once thrived, an abyss calls eternally.
All fades quietly, life's spiral concludes amidst eternal quietude unexplored.