My heart got scorched in the flame of self loathing,
I felt raw and numb all at once.
I stood on the edge of the precipice,
Fuming in anger, bathed in guilt,
Awaiting to carelessly slip out of existence.
In the company of ghosts and nightmares,
Tormented by the occasional scream of my soul,
Yearning for light, for salvation.
I stood there long,
Wavering in layers of shadows.
But.
I have come to know,
All things come to an end.
Before the End.
My heart healed as my body broke down,
My anger dimmed as my soul learned silence.
The layers of shadow began to dissipate,
I was blessed with the softest light,
I could hear distant melodies.
I could see the blue sky,
And my beloved, purple twilight.
And as I was standing outside life,
Life called me back, away from the edge.
It told me to forgive, just forgive.
To forgive is to love.
To forgive is to remember love.
So here I am, on my journey back,
In the company of gentle souls.
With friends from another time,
I walk with softer tread,
Yet with a timid joy.