unfamilliar

With visions never before expressed, the dawn sneaks up behind the darkness, stealing what little hopelessness it had. Gently opening up areas so lost to the light. Spaces so hidden and old, finally, yet slowly exposed to the fire of awareness and consciousness. Revelations of the missing no longer control the mislead soul. Easy, no. Pain so distinct and familiar to the darkness articulates the loss. A true friend this pain. Yet the paths finally splitting in an attempt guided only by non-judgmental eyes. Unfamiliar territory. Leaving the rooms so hidden solely expressed through enigmas. Leaving proverbial and entangled silence to find shores of somewhat misguided anticipation. The sharp sense of knowing dulled with learning. Torment to the heart and mind, companions to the soul release their stronghold on an existence so regrettable. Turmoil escapable. Releasing the recognizable takes pieces of one’s self leaving emptiness so perilous. Time so unkind. The look back so scary to escape, yet at the wonder of turning out slightly undamaged further proves the unalterable misery. Deserts of words undisclosed eat away the light of new days. Valleys filled with emotion overrun fueling this loss. So missed this chapter. 

Yet, inevitable to pursue the warmth presented by passion at the moment of utter darkness. Destiny so weak to materialize desires felt close to inner emotion unexpressed with words. Complications never presented answers needed to remove ambiguity. 

But still looking up with eyes shut, moving to the sensed yet unseen light. Accompanied with the past holding strong to the soul. Escapable still. Inner demons fade and new ones emerge. New companions to a journey yet to be realized. So with welcome faces we commence to soar above the desolate winds brought on with sounds of hurtful wounds. 

It is a new day.

Empty

Suddenly the atmosphere’s dull and dusty surface becomes bright as if it’s the first sunrise since being overcome with darkness and passion enters regrettably. Logic overthrown in a split second. Impulse reigns once again overpowering all reason. Pure, raw emotions take a master’s touch to handle. Yet experience means nothing blinded by the tragedies of the long gone past. Life is visible at the edge but still out of one’s reach. The tips of the fingers sense the imaginary tingling. The heart starts skipping those unessential beats. The breaths so deep that only cry out in darkness surface and suffer the light. Inevitably the dwellings of the inner spaces are visible on the arched edges of closed mouths.  Not too long now till another part of the soul is lost in all this continuous confusion. Growing weaker and weaker with every passing encounter till nothing clear can be reasoned within the inner mind. Pleading against all possibilities yet powerless to pursue. Closer now.  The inevitable driving all logic after the feeble sense of belonging. Twisting that logic to overthrow sense and conquer the one thing that stands in your way.  Reminiscing dissolves passion for what is ahead. So sweet to the mind, eating away at it unknowingly. The question posed answered in time, leaving the inner demons to roam free. And so, it happens again.