Mental Terrains

Dark and dreary,

You put me here

Your gentle touch, your reassuring words

I gave you my trust and you returned the favor with manipulation

As if you were the damn king and I were some insignificant pawn

I look above, through the leaves that have not yet fallen,

Much like the water welling up in my eyes.

All I see is grey

I am alone, but not lonely

I am numb, yet I weep with bitterness and despair

The tears sting my raw cheeks

Below my bare soles, there is densely packed dirt

I am surrounded by tall, decaying stacks of wood with tops of green

Your voice rings through my ears

I am both startled and comforted

I crave you again

I look up at the charcoal sky, my hands shake in frustration

And I hope that that deep grey is smoke from your house burning down

Even though you deserve much worse

I notice through the leaves of the dying trees

That the Forest is now illuminated

As dark turns to light,

Dreary becomes hopeful

My toes are free of the damp soil

I am no longer encased by the huge, leafy piles of misery

So I run

And fresh oxygen fills my lungs

The Forest that’s controlled by you dissipates behind me

And now I run through a Meadow of my own

My arms spread wide as I hug the clear air

The soothing breeze combs my hair

My feet trample dozens of flowers

Until they feel smooth, grainy sand

I step towards the sound of crashing waves

The scent of salt water makes its way to my nose

And the cool sea washes away the mess you made

I fully immerse myself in the water

And drift gradually, away from the shore

I am free of that Forest,

I am free of you