Breaking Dawn

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In the depth of your soul a war is raging,

a war so cold in its intensity

it burns everything you’ve ever known

to ashes.

The walls you thought impenetrable

have crumbled and collapsed

exposing everything you’ve kept inside,

threatening to drown you in insanity,

when from the ground a mist starts to rise,

shapeless and soundlessly surrounding you in its cloak,

stilling the air, calming the pounding pulse in your veins,

and cushioning your fall as you sink into the dreamless sleep

of the overextended;  where you can reset the clock,

discard the pointless reminders that have tied you up,

and find the answers locked in your heart.  You rise from the ashes

with the wind still tearing at your hair, but your steady gaze crumbles

the rage to dust, the pain to extinction, and you stand tall amongst the slaughter,

proud, for you are who you are today, before turning your back for the very last time

and walk towards the foaming waves that play with the breaking dawn.