Letting Go

Looking through a glass,

My life is about to crash,

My dreams turn to ash,

It's all happening so fast.

Reality is slipping from my hands

Like water through my fingers.

I feel my heart beating,

The warmth of life retreating.

This cold feeling I can't shake,

My very soul and body are alarmed.

The slightest whisper sounds so loud.

Every sense says something's amiss,

The moment my fears and worries kiss;

I want it to cease.

But alas,

With this feeling is true freedom.

In losing myself,

In being helpless,

Is pain and pleasure I have never known.

In seeking solace,

I have found a goal.

As I embrace my darkest

In the darkness,

Alone.

I am free,

Free to be,

Free of me,

To live and die as I choose.

In chains yet unchained,

My tether to reality is gone,

It has found a home in the flames,

And peace on earth.