The Climb (Part II)

I am swallowed
by the darkness.

Fear devours me.
panic sets in
my heart screams
out to be saved.

Nothing.

I am bound
to a horrific fate.

Where do I go from here?

Tears fall
but no sound
beyond my own sobs
follow

The War

The war rages on
Fire
and ice
wind
and earth

crashing into each other

laying waste to the heart
that was so innocently
sacrificed to the greater good

The war rages on
shattering my soul
tearing apart what once
could be labeled as
innocence

Demons and darkness
whispering sweet nothings
as I drift into the abyss
some call dreams
others call night terrors

Searching and searching
despite there being nothing
to find

Nothing left
in this hollow
you call a heart.

The war rages on.
Victim ID number: 1

The Climb (Part I)

My heart races.

I keep my eyes to the sky,
scanning the steep mountain side
-the vertical ledge in which I seem to be approaching
in hopes of a sturdy place hold

The wind pounds through
the looming cliffs

My fingers dance,
clutching into a fist
The ache burns as I grip and release
Below me is a dark and vacant Hell

No room for error.

The jagged walls encircle me
Slick with the
Rain quietly falling into the background


Whispering words
of encouragement
                                or something like that

                                "Don't look down."

I continue to climb.
Heart beating out of my chest.

until I

lose my grip

and




the World
              holds her breath.

Through the Looking Glass

Pictures that once lined the wall
have fallen,
they lay scattered on the floor,
their frames broken
their glass casing shattered.

Beautiful,
smiling faces
captured in time
long forgotten.

Shards of sharp crystals
Plunge into my pale, bare feet
as I walk the empty hall
Ruby red blood pooling
under my every step.

The empty space where the memories once hung
isolated in a happier time and place
remains the same color it was
on move-in day,
bright
fresh
new
while the rest of the house bares a decaying coat of grey

My fingers dance along the splintered trim
Wincing with each prick
Wincing at the hollow grief
resting low in my chest.

This house holds a million and one memories

My hand reaches into my pocket
and lingers a while.

My nails scratch at the flint wheel
while I caress the bottom case softly.

And then,
Like it is nothing to me,
I pick up the closest picture.

We're young,
his red hair
and blue eyes
his arms around me.

I pop the lid
to a small flame
hold it to the memory
as I watch it burn
dropping it to the ground
where the others rest in peace

I walk slowly down the hall
of  my old home
my old life
my brother
whose soul rests
while ours still ache on.

The flames crawl up the walls
consume the floor boards
and grab at the painted moulding

They lick the old, dusty curtains
and burst the fragile bulbs
They begin to roar with anger
as they reach for more and more.

I make my way up our creaking stairs
and down two doors
-Through the looking glass
a young girl sits
playing with her dolls
She's content.
Quiet.
She looks just like me.

But as I reach for her
The flames devour me.
My soul
eaten up in a blind rage of grief
despair
and losing what you love.

Just like that
I am
Broken.

Why?
Why do you do this?
I miss you so.

How?
How can I move on?
Everyday I miss you more.

Go.
Go ahead and leave me
Leave me all alone.

Tell me
Tell me you're gone
And break my heart.

I miss you

Like a word waiting to be spoken
Or thought clinging in the back of your mind
Waking you in the middle of the night
to remind you that it is still there

-The feeling remains-

Like there's more to this life
Than this
Like there is more to be done
Than just sitting here idly
Watching the world pass by


So,
what am I waiting for?

Actions speak louder than words
but there are moments that leave us
actionless
speechless

Moments that leave us
wondering
how we got this far
that leave us
remembering
those who have helped us
to get this far
and those we have had
to leave behind.

Actions speak louder than words
but there are moments that leave me
in awe
of your love.