Writing isn’t safe.
And it’s something I end up writing as a free verse poem around the end of last year because there was no other way to put it into words.
I lost myself
in the mazes of my mind.
I forgot the world around me
in the whisperings of my heart.
There was so much to hold me captive
in the realms no one could see.
Soft glowing windows;
laughter and song.
Cold moonless streets;
betrayal and fear.
Tattered parchments of legends old;
treason and sacrifice,
hope and despair.
Brothers and fathers
mentors and kings.
Flashing steel glints in the rain.
Hooves thunder through the storm.
Dawn hushes in breathless anticipation;
watchful eyes flit through the gloaming.
Fireflies glitter at dusk.
Blood spilt across the snow;
silent tears like morning dew;
laughter mingles with morning songs.
Wraiths and phantoms watched in array.
There were so many to care for,
breathing in a land of their own.
Trapped behind ink and dusty paper,
waiting to be set free.
I took a pen and unlocked their chains.
I watched and learned and wrote.
And somehow I forgot the world
was so much larger
than the echoes of my mind.
It slipped away so softly
I didn’t see it go,
Until I woke and saw the sun
glint through a wall of glass.
Life continued on the other side,
with a shadow of who I was.
But behind my laughter and smiles
I’d become ensnared
in chains of my own design.
I forgot so quickly,
the ones I’d set out to help.
I lost my focus,
for a realm I could control.
The world was so much larger
than the horizons of my mind.
It bled and wept and hurt
beyond the crystal truths I had built.
The words inside my head
held so much for me to say.
But unspoken they were only a key
waiting for deeds to set them free.
So I took them in my hand,
I spread the dreams out wide;
I took what I had stored
and sowed them with each breath.
One by one the shuttered windows,
slipped loose their protecting bars.
Whispers echoed in the wind
and the shadows let me in.
The world is so much bigger now
it grows every day.
Yet still I hear my own creations
murmur softly in my ears.
But now it’s part of something larger.
A single piece
in a game that two must play.
It is a blade to cut the lies,
a key to fit in a silver lock,
a mirror to show things as they really are.
The harmony of a song that echoes beyond the stars.