Authored: October 6, 2017

The mirror shatters
Just how much courage can I muster?
I ran out of words.

So, I ran.

The rain, I beg for clues
Yet, as I travel through water pools
My soul flies away to Heaven?
No, Hell
This is purgatory, let my heart pour.

Now I see
These words are not for you
But for me.

Comfort, I run towards but do not seek
Pain and struggle, I flee from but need
Beauty is my desire
From the brutal truth I cry, yet do not tire.

I stop atop the Bridge to my demise
Gaze, watch with bated breaths
Finally, I have found my rest.

Let me show you something beautiful.