Relief

There can be incidents within this life where the world can seem like a rushing blur of images and words. Circling in the midst of chaos there is but one demand, for it all to stop. For the entire cycle of massing voices and roller-coaster of emotions to spill over and out to leave everything void will be the ultimate ecstasy. To be left empty without meaning or purpose can be bliss in a jar. Clear, glistening in the dim light, bearing all for prying eyes, each breath mists on bitter glass, revealing the smallest signal of life. Bowing down to ones knees opening arms lowering head down in servitude there is no need to hide in the dark. Shivers course up a rigid spine sending sparks of electricity in raw nerves, creating a state of sheer exfoliation. Gazing up gradually to peer into the dark orbs of the one who keeps your cage on a shelf of trophies, there is fear. To be a precious object subject to an oppressive collectors desires. Being small and fragile each jumble, shake and quake ignites a sense of dread. Your light is slowly dying even when if there is exposure to the rejuvenating light. Something is missing. Body straining, there isn’t much more to offer to an ever demanding master. Concealing true intentions, large hands come down to draw you up from the glass prison. Escape is a fleeting thought before it’s gone. Breathing in you find yourself standing full height before the one who keeps the key to your fate. Disgracing the sensation of cold hands upon hot flesh creates retaliation to build within. Eyes once cast snap up to stare into betraying eyes. Dry lips pressing to yours, you form a bitter taste. Tugging away the hands turn to shackles burying preventing escape. Fire ignites from a small flicker inside. Everything has been left behind for this numb life but it is time for the hierarchy changes. Control creeps back being the reins back into shaky hands. Breaking away a cry of distaste causes a blistering crack to carve its way through the glass. A scream echoes out forcing the glistening prison to strain under the pressure before shattering into a millions jarring pieces to the ground allowing release. Gasping body arches as reality washes back over. Eyes shut; the ruler of your empty void vanishes in a chilling whisper leaving warmth to radiate over skin. The sounds of the world cycle back around filling you up. The void is full of emotions once cast out due to the fear of suffocation. Bursting at the seams joy floods free, body moves with the waves of life. Freedom is a homerun. With each defeat there is victory. With every trial in the dark there is a reward in the light. This simple rule needs to remain within memory for when life becomes too much. Life is what you make it. Be sure not to lose it due to your own desire to wish it all away to the darkness, all it takes it one time and it will all be gone within a blink. Let it all go and dance in the light letting all your cares go. Nothing is worth the defeat of your heart. Beating vibrant in the chest happiness is finally found. Why don’t you be my fool and I be your queen. Let’s let go and celebrate our union like it’s our last night to take it all for ourselves. Put your hands in mine, together we can leave the darkness behind.