"Ashes of A Dreamer"

The sun seemed so dull that day And the birds would not sing -
Instead they cried for you

I traced the letters carved on the wooden bench
Thinking of the many old souls that perished young
Wondering if they've lived enough
For they've certainly suffered too much

The wind stung my already burning eyes
That formed streams of endless tears
As I looked at the glittering sea
Slowly being graced
By the ashes of a fallen dreamer.

"Existential Moment of Healing"

I twist the center of that golden knob, hoping no one knocks.
I’ve always felt safer locked up.

Legs folded physically, arms folded mentally
I sit on the floor, thinking, “I’ve just about had enough of this.”

Though the bed seems comfortable and inviting…
I don’t need to awaken from sleep, but from reality.

I shut my eyes and pretend to lock them, too,
So I won’t be tempted to open them until I feel alive again.
I imagine myself gazing upon a pool that mirrored my soul;
A mirror that pooled in tears and smiles,
A reflection that took an overwhelming toll.

I see all the wrong I’ve done, the bridges I’ve burnt through nonsensical desires.
My face is now covered with scars caused by the "accidental" fires.
Inane thoughts disembodied my actual intention.
I reflect upon this reflection,
Colliding into myself, perception now clear of deception.

I bow my head down in humility,
Self-actualizing my thoughts into bits of compassion.
Indulging in my repentance, I slowly gain back dignity...

I turn my head up to unlock my mind
With the key now in my hand,
I open my eyes to face me, scars now banished...
The locked door disappears.

The golden knob is now a glow of bright light -
A sun that warms me, safe now in my own skin
For new doors begin to open
As I free myself from within...