Slowly He walks
Down the cavernous chamber halls of My heart.
The light He wields barely makes a dent
On the shadows that carpet these halls.
Through broken doors He walks
To find this small, cowering figure
Amidst a sea of chaos and rubble.
His light casting its glow on a fallen face.
Me: What do You want!?
Me: If You’re not gonna say anything get out…I’m busy!
He: I can see that. . . Cowering in self-pity must be quite the task.
Me: ….Bravo! You have me all figured out, nothing gets past You I see!? Now if that’s all Doc, You may take Your leave now!
The clock ticks away
And still He remains,
Gnawing at the last ounce of tolerance and patience in Me…
Me: WHAT DO YOU WANT!?
Me: I’m sold out! Try next door.
He: I’m here to help…In case You haven’t looked around, Your way isn’t getting You very far!
He: I’m not leaving You know!? I can do this all day!
Me: Look this is My life, My problem…I’ll handle it!
He: Is this what You call handling it!?…
Me: What do You want from Me!? . . . Why are You here!?
He: Why ask questions You already have answers to, right? You’ve already concluded it all in Your head anyway, so what’s the point of asking?
Me: Okay Freud… Let’s talk…!
The figure now with raised head
Stares arrogantly at Him…
He politely smiles back.
He: Hi! …
He: …I’ll listen, You talk…But first lets drop the mask.
Me: What does it matter to You!?
He: …I have all day! (smiling)
Me: This is who I am, who I choose to be…So either You talk or You leave…
Me: What are You doing here anyway?
He: …I can see you know…
Me: (interrupts) You don’t know Me!
He: …the You behind the mask!
The figure stands
And takes a menacing stance
His face now beyond the Light’s glaze.
But He does not flinch
Nor does He shift His gaze.
He: How long do You plan on hiding…on running? How long are You going to stay in here!? …Or is it that You can’t…
Me: (interrupts) Can’t!?…
He: Yes CAN’T!…Can’t leave, can’t escape, can’t understand, can’t live?…CAN’T!
Me: Don’t forget where You are…
He: Ah yes, pardon my rudeness kind sir…If I may inquire then, how is it that My host finds Himself lost in His own court, perhaps a design flaw!?
Me: Your petty mockery is not appreciated, nor is Your tone. This is My problem, MINE! I’ll deal with it…In My way, in My time!
He: You need help.
Me: From who, YOU!?
He: If You asked nicely.
Me: Really?…And what can You, do for Me?
He: Yet another question, whose answer You already know.
Me: You think You are all-special don’t You?…
He: I don’t think. I know! I know exactly who I AM, something You are clearly struggling to come to terms with.
He: No come back!?…Okay I’ll talk then. . . You wear so many faces, You are surprised each time at the one that looks back from behind the mirror. You create so many personas, for so many people, for so many situations, that when the Light goes out and You are all alone, You don’t know who to be…You try time and again but You can’t do it with what You have, so You hide. You pretend it is all part of Your trial, that You will find the solution. Except You don’t know who You are. How can You if You keep hiding, running, dying!
In the silence the gears slowly grind
But the clock moves not his hands…
His words struck deep and true
And still deeper their blade sinks.
Me: (walks away) We’re done here…
He: Off to another dark cold corner to cower? For one who claims to be called to a warriors life You sure do more cowering than fighting.
Me: (stops walking) Okay…Fine…You want to know right!? Me the real ME!?
I have burst though every single door,
Pillaged every room,
Plundered and ransacked every corner,
And guess what…
I found nought!
Nothing but empty, hollow caverns!
This…THIS is my Truth
THIS IS ME!… (rips mask off)
Nothing more than a flesh-encrusted
Pile of chaos and rubble…
And the poor excuse of an Existence
That resides therein!
The figure is fuming,
Not even this heavy veil of darkness
Can smother this infernal fury!
Me: This is who I am… Still think u can save me!?
Even by this.
He calmly walks up to me
Looks straight into my eyes
He: (with a stern but ever warm tone) Why do You have to make it harder than it has to be? You already know why I’m here, how else would I be here if You didn’t let Me in!?
Poor little loner boy, (He touches My naked face)
You try so hard to hide it
But Your acid tears have left trails
Of those many pains buried untold…
You try to cover it up
With a flesh-torn smile
From ear to ear…
You try so boldly to remain brave
Everyone should be able to depend on You,
They can never see You break…
While all along in this silence
You carried it all.
On a child’s crushed shoulders…
You justify it
And You carry on,
Even if it kills You
Still You will carry it all!
WHY!? . . .
There We stood
As the clock ran out of time
Nothing but ME and Me and Him!