Island.

The shouts and screams subside leaving me cowering in fear, yet realizing it's impossible to find somewhere safe to hide from my troubles so dear. This darkness within me, pitch black as forty days of night, has robbed me of my senses, as I have lost my will to fight. These walls I have built so strong come crashing down leaving me in the wake of their destruction, I stand in my own way, evoking insecurities within, I am my only obstruction, and the cause of my own suffering. In an instant, the security blankets I weave are pulled away, provoking me to find another with the ability to comfort me like the sun's golden, effervescent rays. I search high, and then low, hoping to find a cure or reason, but instead get tossed aside, time and time again as if I have committed the worst kind of treason. I lived my life wrapped inside a bubble of hope that has just burst, the pain, and agony that seep through make me believe that nothing could be worse. Now silence pierces the solace, and serenity of my reverie, as every friendly face turns away from my sullen misery. Sadness lines my silver clouds threatening to create a hurricane of depression, failing to repress, in turn I cannot make an impression. My dreams were once so big, I sailed amongst the stars, now I gasp for air, as I find myself drifting further into space, and closer to mysterious Mars. I tried to be an island, refused help of any kind, but now I see that I am more of an inlet, dependent on rivers, and the oceans, how was I so blind? My breaking push to start heart refuses to beat, leaving me breathless, and naked, running wildly through the streets. My siren wails like a slaughtered siren's ethereal calls, the monsters that lie dormant silently slither in the shadows, and wait until I am fast asleep to begin their crawl. They ravenously eat my confidence, my sense of self lies broken on the floor, yet somehow I remain confused, and in denial when I wake up the next day, feeling as empty as a biblical whore. Dire, dark, and derelict, my future crashes into the shore, like a tsunami's angry waves, there is not a single place that I feel safe anymore. My heart threatens to let out, exhausted once and for all, my final swan song restlessly waits in the green room, anxiously anticipating for its name to be called. Once the tears dry on their own, I thank God that I have survived. Just another day in the life, yet somehow I managed to see a little piece of beauty, and count my blessings, I have never felt this alive.