How do I write again?

When the emptiness is becoming

So vast

As the feelings evaporate

Like mist after rain

into the inner darkness

Of my closed eyes

 

What truths remain?

About this self-crafted reality

When you wake up

From a lie you told yourself

To protect the world

You authored

 

What is that feeling?

The grip of realization

Which causes a cold shudder

To touch the soul.

Is it the familiar comfort

Of the past

Replaced by

Self-doubt or loneliness?

 

The answer is in you.

For only you to see.

To accept.

As you dismiss the trauma

With the growing understanding

That the desire

To break the past patterns

Is the key to future freedoms

Of clarity

In the Now.