losing to find

I lost my words.

Sounds and syllables stuck

Between ribcage bars.

Communication stifled.

I could not reach the world,

And the world felt deaf to me.

Messages crypyted without a code.

But my soul, 

desperate to be freed,

To breathe,

clawed for other means of expression.

My body and mind,

In a trance,

Could do nothing else

Except create.

Burrowed away in the

Sanctity of acceptance under duress,

I faced my Self’s betrayal

In a house of mirrors. 

The reflections told me,

“We are going on a journey now.”

And I knew the time has come

To heal big 

or perish big.

Without much choice,

I entered the void.