I drown myself in a sea of tribulation. Each scar is a lesson learned.
The winds scream of temples, of idols, of gods.
Of places I used to know. Merriment lands where lips spell out confessions of a covert plethora of desires.
You will learn to fear the dark. Dreams dissipate making visions clear. All emotion an indignity. Biting the vehement hand that's gripped around my throat.
Disrobed. Unclad. Eyes shut to the words that cut me. If I could only reassure myself. I'd cross my heart but it would only bleed.
Light so precious. Take my hand. Lead me to where daydreams walk and the tormented souls hold the key to emancipation.
Acceptance is a joy forever but denial is forever divine.
Shapes of my youth dance in order as I wait in the shadows for the final curtain to close.