Each One Shall Help His Friend — The Inner Battle
A brother falls silent, his light grown thin,
I see the prison bars he’s locked within.
For no man escapes the dungeon alone,
The ego won’t loosen what it thinks it owns.
I tear my own chest just to let him in,
To feel his sorrow beneath my skin.
For only a friend can lift that weight,
Only shared hearts can unseal that gate.
When his spirit breaks, mine cracks too,
Because my correction is seeing him through.
His lack is the hollowness inside my bone,
His cry is the echo of a truth I’ve known.
So I drag his soul from the pit with mine,
Bleeding together is how we climb.
I give him the strength I don’t even possess,
’Til both of us rise from this merciless test.
We kill the lie that we stand apart,
The poison whisper that divides the heart.
We learn the secret the sages penned:
No one is redeemed except by a friend.
And when he breathes again, alive and renewed,
I taste the Creator inside his mood.
For lifting his spirit is how I ascend,
Brutally shattered—reborn—
Through the love of a friend.
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