Away message

Fly Away by october-fairy via DeviantArt.com
Fly Away by october-fairy via DeviantArt.com

within the protective
blisterpacks
of our lives
we stare at our
screens and the
tiny reflections
which are little more
than fantasies
of ourselves
instead of reaching
out
across intersections
once noisy, friendly
chaos, now
sectioned off
perfect
straight-sided
cells
let me burst from this
hermetically sealed
prison
out into the open air
where I may float away
playing
laughing
dancing
maybe there
I’ll do more living
than dying
so
sorry I missed you
leave a message
or come find
me
trying
to free
the sun

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Debris

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sunday-November-22-573987110
Sunday, November 22 by AlexandrinaAna

He woke me. Coated by all that life discarded during the years that I slept. All that time I’d thought I’d died.

He woke me, brushing away all of it. Clearing the death and darkness, beseeching me to show him more. Show him everything. The debris was often belligerent, as I seemed to cling to it in despair. But, beneath the detritus, he quickly found color. Beneath the crumbling wood, he found polished marble. Beneath the flaking mud, he found painted tiles, creating a masterpiece of art and form and beauty.

He woke me, bringing joy and life to the abandoned halls that pleasure had long forgotten. The magic of his love doesn’t seem to know a benediction. The hope within him gleans a future within me that has never before been imagined.

He woke me. And with that debris dislodged and denatured, imagination is not needed to see. The sight of completion is everything in the eyes of a brokedown palace who had only ever hoped to be a home.

He woke me. So that HE might be free.