To return the boon

I'm journeyed forth, from the cave,
once more.

To return again, with the boon.
Thus to share, saught I,

But all they saw were the images,
on the wall.

How many times, must I return,
to the place, of there confinement?

It would be so much more manageable to go.
I have the tools. I have the boon,
yet I can not leave them.

So I return,
again,
and again,
and again.
With the boon.

Until the images, for them,
become unreal,

and we leave once more ...

Together.