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.