Stark, empty and quiet
there is only me here now.
The silence is palpable and sentient
and there is nothing but feeling in me.
I dream in vivid color
I feel in images and frames.
Pieces of memory wrapped in wishes of things
that I know will just never come.
But dreaming I will keep doing
in the quiet and safe of my heart.
Where it cannot be taken away from me
and I can keep it all to myself.
I don’t want to share me anymore
with anyone or anything.
I am scared and scarred and frightened
of all that can be stolen away.
I am lonely in general but not with myself
I like the person I am.
I am honest and sacred and strong and pure
and I wouldn’t know how to hurt.
Someone or something or anyone
it’s always me with the scars.
Me who ends up alone and adrift
me with no one but me.
So I think I’ll just stay here alone and dream
and then face the real world each day.
I’ll become the illusion in motion and in act
and no one has to know the real me.