the final wave

There it is,

The arduous sight of my dark and dread journey

I finally see a glimmer of white light,

A shining star,

at the end,

Of the path,

Of my illumination,

I finally see the end of my travails,

The portal to redemption,

My final walk will be done,

I will complete the final obstacle that now stands between,

my life,

or death,

The final pillar of burden and agony,

Is the final phase,

I have studied my path,

It will be the most different and uneasy out of the previous ones,

This one,

Reflects on me with judgement,

Whether fair or unfair,

It upholds a mystery,

Then if it stores good, my past is history,

If it stores evil, I am history,

I am laughing but not frowning,

I am smiling but not crowning,

To mean of crowning, that i do not act as a king,

I am a free man, Not to be bounded by my own will,

I am finally free of torment, with my moments,

I have escaped the chambers of my bleeding heart,

I have learnt to accept my mind,

The blogger: Kishern

With the poem, I now bestow upon my readers,

It is possible to decipher the code, 

And there is need not to re-cipher the mode of my message,

The outstanding and glorious battle we face, 

Not against life, but at our obstacles and walls that prevent anyone,

To pass,

The riddled code speaks about,

The Final Wave,