Mysteries

In the silence of my mind I can hear your whispers, like a soft rain, reminding me of who I am.

Your voice, much like a beacon to lost ships, leading me back to the person I was and scoulding me gently for having lost sight of what I had once held so important.

Displacing the illusion that only life can hold truth and opening my eyes to the mysteries that exist beyond what can be seen or touched.

Suddenly, what once were secrets begin to unfold around me like a thousand stars dancing. Each point of light speaking answers to questions only my heart remembers.

In the silence, in the darkness, in the void created by a broken heart my tears are mine alone and through them the strength to face the chaos each new day may bring.