Where It Ends Poem by Dallas Carter

I walk the empty corridors of my memory,
Opening each room one at a time.
Watching the scenery play out in front of my eyes,
A ghostly figure standing over my childhood self.

Every room is a different vision of my past.
Lives I cannot relieve, yet I still yearn to.
Every piece of what I was leaves a dull scar on my skin
That will forever be an undesirable piece of me.

I wish to leave it all behind,
I wish to make it all disappear.
My memories no longer belong to me,
They belong to the darkness that haunts the back of my mind.

A childhood lost all too soon,
The cries of a child forced to be an adult prematurely.
I reflect upon the questions that have circled my mind for so long.
The pain of pondering self worth fresh in my head.

All these thoughts I've spent so long attempting to drown,
And yet they find their way back to the surface every time.
The hurt I've kept inside for all this time
Has finally found its way to the front of the line.

As I close each door behind me I can't help but wonder to myself
If there is any way to bury my past.
Any way to erase these scars and start anew.
Any way to escape the prison I have built around me.

I wish ere was a way to eliminate my history,
And yet come from it unscathed.
But as I turn the key in each lock the noises from behind the door
Turn violent and evil, demonic and dangerous.

They seep through the cracks in a dark haze,
And I am brought to a cold, deadly realization.
There is no way out, no front door to this hellhouse.
I can only pray my actions do not afflict those around me.

As I run from the demons I have made of myself
I find my spare bedroom.
The one I had once made into a refuge from my terrors.
I pray for forgiveness, I beg for mercy.

I grab onto the rope I have been avoiding for so long.
I have brought Hell upon myself
And there is only one way out.
As I let go of the rope and let myself drop.

The only way to take down my demons is to take down myself.
They are one with me as I am one with them.
as the grotesque snap resonates throughout my mental structure
Everything becomes still once more.

The lifeless figure dangling by a thread
In what was once my only safe haven
No longer belongs to the soul that was kept prisoner inside.
Peace washes over my soul, unimaginable light.

I open my eyes to the glory that surrounds me.
A feeling foreign, yet comforting flows through me internally.
My reflection remains as it was before,
Yet I am no longer the tortured soul of my past.

This is rebirth.