Epiphany of Inspiration

A swift rush of something
Is a rapid brush to my soul
An electric shock of realization
Bursts beyond all control

A pigment of my fortitude
Proves all you know is false
Everything discombobulates
As my feelings lose their pulse

A language never spoken
Carries shattered dreams
As glass misplaced reminds
Of walls that stand between

A work of light beckons
Slowly enlightening my eyes
The atmosphere, burning energy
Catches me by surpise

The wonders anew enchant
While the stained turns pure again
I'm lifted to the highest of highs
As the broken starts to mend

A hollow core of nothing
Is blossomed with a vivid scene
I now know that comfort is near
Within the hope that gleams