purpose

remnants

unearthed and examined

for clues to a purpose

life viewed in linearity

but those rules

never quite applied

to what you were searching for

create

imagined reality

released

realized

the dust

from dark corners

swept into piles

turned into sculpture

impart yourself

add to the noise

until you hear music

looming

blankets of shadow

looming

impending

inevitable

float away with the storm

home awaits, patiently

illuminated by the sun

that you’d forgotten

melting

melting thoughts

seeing static

memories are

dripping

dissipating

a living mirage

a mist

dispersed in color

thickets and thorns

inescapable mechanisms

the trodden trails

confined by thickets and thorns

creativity

in templates

in guidelines

realization

lies outside boundaries

harness

there’s a

force

behind life

cyclical, immutable

something always

rises

from another’s

end

cautionary perspective

living

in a bomb shelter

call it a

sanctuary

but that doesn’t mean

you’re not

hiding

another departure

another departure

from a familiar existence

steps in the dark

towards a vulnerable place

somewhere more frightening

but somewhere new

exist to remain

familiar steps

towards another tomorrow

it’s always been safe

inside the house built of matches

light the same lavender candle every night

but the flame’s dance is always new

until whole

the worlds within ourselves

to be explored

or escaped

realized

or rejected

pieces of you

scattered along

these inside places

to be collected until whole