Jacob’s Shadow

Was it my brother seeking to

Wrestle me into oblivion?
Or was this me?
Holding this formidable figure-

A shadow of myself

Trying to do me in

With a powerful punch,
The figure’s boulder-like fist

Impacted my hip-bone

Leaving with with a deep impression

Of unassailable imbalance

My sight felt dizzying

While the enigmatic figure
Fell Deeper into
A shroud of Black
In retaliation, I kicked and punched
The figure to no avail
Only to feel more crushed, and defeated
Than before

Could my brother ever forgive me,
For depriving him of this blessing

Which exacerbated my pride  

Till it over-consumed me,
Leaving me with no sense of God or self

With a broken hip, and a
Sharp pang of moroseness
I surrendered to the darkness of myself
Awaiting the interminable aura of peace

Following the admission of my faults

As the dark figure dissolves into me,

I see my brother awaiting me with a legion

Wanting nothing but to
Grant me solace in the form of unconditional forgiveness