The memories dance behind my field of vision;

Old confronting new in an emotional collision.
Reminding myself to breathe
The psyche begging for reprieve.
Seeking the comfort of contemplative solitude.
My soul desperately needing to be renewed.

… I escape …

Walking the quiet streets alone at night
Makes the burden on my heart less recondite.
Raindrops create a masterful melody
The sorrowful song within unleashes its musicality.
Swelling to crescendo with the crashing of the thunder.
I yearn for peace amidst this mental  plunder.

…I search...

Twisting and turning, the answers slither out of reach
Ceaseless turmoil  drains me like a leech.
Trudging forward, I cannot stop now.
A bead of sweat slips and falls from my furrowed brow.
In this journey I am my own phrenic pawn.
I cling to hope with the promise of the coming dawn.