i lay in a dessert of sand and ice.
Alone like usual.
I don't run, i don't hide.
from myself, i stand alone facing a mirror of rage and inability to lash out.
but at my own face i can break the pain away.
If only for a minute.
i can break free of my chains and be myself.
the marks on my body show my pain.
the pain nobody knows.
not knowing, but feelings.
to feel something, to break free.
the sand and ice.
the alone.
not quite accused.
just alone.
