Your Poetry Dot Com - Requiem of Life, Resurrection of Death

All my life a shadow has chased me

I looked to see, had it stopped

I no longer saw my shadow chasing me

The darkness cleared, Happiness within reach

Illusions of a manipulative mind

For the shadow never chased

This I realize now, only now

Is it to late.. has the revelation come at the end

The realization that the shadow never chased

That the shadow was me, staring into the mirror

The mirror that reflects not what is outside

But the mirror that is the mind

The true struggle ensued.. attempting to climb the rope

The only way to the light

The light that is a future.. escaping the demons that lurked below

Climbing with all the burdens of my soul and sins

Burdens to heavy to bear, for every measure gained two were lost

Hanging at the end of the rope.. pleading for help

No one could hear, hear my cries of desperation

A voice comes to me saying..

"Never give up, Never stop fighting"

I push harder, my hands ripped of all flesh

Burning with the intensity of a thousands stars

Hot tears roll down my face sizzling against my body

The fire grows larger the demons roaring of starvation

Anticipating the meal to come..

The end of the rope is held by one partial hand

The burdens growing heavier and heavier

Screaming for salvation, to be saved from this perpetual hell

The voice comes again as all times before..

"Do not be alone my brother, I am here with you.. I always have been."

I cry out for him to save me

To offer more than words or wisdom

"I am you and you are me.."

This moment the pain becoming unbearable

My mind an ocean amidst a terrible storm

Consciousness fading, my tears begin growing cold

The heat gone, the pain lessened,

Life fading, thinking the fight over

Of the rope I let go...

Let go of hope...

Falling into the flames and darkness... the swarm of demons clamoring excitedly

This is the end I think to myself

Vision fades into oblivion.. death has come

Feeling suspended in air.. my body fractured

Unable to move even the slightest gesture

Bones broken, organs ripped apart, mind shattered

I manage to open my eyes

To look up and gaze upon myself

Him, one hand grasping the rope

The other holding mine..

He whispers softly.. the voice familiar, soothing to my ears..

"This is not how it ends brother.. come I will save us."

He pulls me up effortlessly onto his back.

I hold on with what little strength is left.

Tying the rope around us binding us together.

The burdens falling off their chains snapping under some unseen force.

I close my eyes and all feeling fades

Then snaps back instantly...

I open my eyes to find I am the one wielding the rope..

I look back to see a destroyed mirror

A mirror of myself.

All the pain is gone

All the sorrow is gone

All the hate is gone

All despair is gone

All the things that have always held me back are gone

I look down to see the demons staring up at me

shock in their eyes, as all my burdens fall upon them.

I take a deep breath.. It is not air I fill my lungs with..

But life.. No this is not the end.. It is never too late..

With a new found determination.. I begin climbing...

A long way to the top but...

This.. is a good start.

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