Imagery of a heart laying on the floor.
People walk by kicking and stepping on
what is my very essence. The pain stopped
long ago so kick away. I am beyond the emotional
cage that has held me.
Imagery of a soul, floating aimlessly, colored
gray from battles of conscience. So many times,
a life degraded by choices bordering on the psychotic.
A soul lost to the shadows. Forever roaming for
a beacon of hope to change colors.
Imagery of spirit, timeless wisp of hope floating,
surrounding my being giving me the spark of
courage to do battle with myself. For this is where
imagery becomes reality and grasps at my aura
to perhaps strangle me.