There is a place inside of me
Where my dreams go to die
A somber potter’s field
With no caretaker
No gravedigger
Just the silence of demise
The tombstones are inscribed
With nothing
The mausoleums are in disrepair
It is futile to glamorize
It is pointless to mourn
When this graveyard is but a chrysalis
Where my dreams become new apparitions
That refuse to not live
There is a place I can find
Where fear is a straitjacket
I smoothly slip my arms in
Accepting its comforting embrace
Hysteria tightens its restraints
Anxiety and abhorrence that is
Terrifying in its rationality
Lead me to a padded room
I am lulled to sleep
As they whisper
The lie that is a lullaby to my ears
“You will be safe here”
There is a land of whimsy
Where fantasy sings to me
And reality is an illusion
That I am blind to
Because I have a child’s eyes
I question everything
And receive nonsense
That enchants
And gibberish
That is perfect in its logic
There is a hall with walls
Lined with snap shots
A charmingly embarrassed smile
A head hung low in loneliness
A familiar look
In familiar eyes
That speaks more powerfully than words
There is no big picture
But every photo tells a story
And lets me bask in those minutiae
Reminding me that this life
Is a series of moments
And each one is precious
Beyond measure
In places there were once gaping wounds
Some of which I stitched
With a rusty needle and thread I tore with my teeth
Some grievous injuries never healed
They continue to weep blood
And some although small
Festered until the infection spread
And had to be cut away
I am patchwork
I have earned
Every scar
Of self-destruction
The labyrinth goes on
To places even I have not dared to look
My psyche is an every growing map
Limitless
And exquisite
Extraordinary
And dreadful
It forces me to love
More than it is safe to
It lead me to spill
My life force
When I spill this ink
And it creates within me
Loyalty so powerful
That the confines
Of eternity are laughable
Dirty, ashamed, damaged
Strong, breathtaking, inspiring
So complex
In its wonderful imperfection
There will never be another like it
And it is mine