Reflections

Some times reflections can cast out are own pain.

it rips through are body and drips from are veins.

My soul has screamed and neither my ears or my heart can hear its wild cry.

but neither can my soul who only hears the lies.

I know I am not real but still I exist.

I am not healed but for some reason this is bliss.

Time can find away to resurface and fade.

I know who I am but still do not know my name.

I remember a time standing in the cold .

freezing so much I felt I was old

I looked into the darkness and fell to my knees.

I looked into the darkness and I could barely breath.

I looked into the darkness and found my only key.

it rested in my hand and I knew I was free.