I close my eyes
And see the stage
The curtains would rise
I would be free from my cage

It’s dark now
The curtains all torn
The props and colors cease to bow
The lights shine no more

The audience is full of my ghosts
All knowing of my fate
Sitting, smiling, spirits lost
Others just wait…

Wait…

But I finally see the door
I can leave this place behind
It doesn’t hold me anymore
Only the fractures of my mind

My chest is empty
Hollowed by the shadows that walk these walls
Again and again I try to pass them by
But every time they trip my fall

I close my eyes
To see what use to be
But the memory too quickly dies
And once again, I am me

~ Kristie Bueno