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As I go to sleep,
In the midst of cold dawn
and weeping sky.
I throw my head back,
into the fire,
into the fury,
back to the place where I
was born.

In a rip of sound,
I run to meet the past
Naked as the day before
I could see.
Before I became.
Before I could call
my name my own.

I go back to sleep,
To dream of that place,
To ruin the curtains of
confinement
and the velvet wall of fear.
I meet the heady rush
of cathartic pain.
And my tears bite into my pride
like a metal ring.

But I am mortal.
I am not sorry.
I will not apologise as I
scream into the echoes
of silence.
I fight the lull of apathy
and fingers spasming,
I grab at the broken drawing
and like an unfinished love affair.
I put pen to paper,
hand to my heart.

And round the void of
the indiscernible night.
I seep light
into the stagnant shadows,
squeezing life into the empty pages.
Drop by drop,
it seeps through layers and pages
till the canvass bleeding, drips.

And in that vivacious riot,
of stained soul and silence
Dark eyes flutter open and
the tarnished jewel broken, glows.