Sinking

Gwendolen Mair

Broken shards

of my life scattered on the floor;

sparkling glimmers of hopes and past

crushed like fragile glass beneath

booted feet and heavy steps

standing in the wreckage, staring

unprepared for the voice

I hear rearing it's ugly head

in mine. I scream

realing, it's unreal, I don't believe it

I try to escape, but it's too far to run

there's no place to hide, except

inside myself, there's a solace of sorts

a corner to hide away my thoughts and dreams,

and it seems like maybe I can escape.

the room is empty now, but

it's filling rapidly with my memories

my hopes and dreams

this room knows me, my soul, my adversary

I'm free. I can feel the sweet release

embrace and a trace of warmth touching me

gently and constantly

the presence is there, never leaving

no need to even hide

the light has freed me from my ache

my past and pain and I fade away

into wonderful oblivion of peacefulness

where my soul rests, undisturbed

I'm unperturbed now, by anything.

I feel this sweet release, taking over me

pulling me, sinking me. I take a breath

one last gasp for air at the surface before

it pulls me down, and I drown,

blissful in the warm embrace of destiny and

He who sets me free.