An Epiphany

The unhealed wound,
cries out loud, without shame,
bleeding, it makes known,
how vulnerable, I really am.

Ruthless, the pain crushes,
whatever resolution, I had,
to believe in myself, to change,
 in this world, profoundly mad.

Eventually, rejoices demigod; remorse,
compelling segregation of my mind,
for the hopelessness to triumph,
letting only  epiphany as destined.