Ceasing.

I came into a dark space

Holding myself in the night

Waiting for the storm to fade

Longing for something unknown

Breaking a mirror and getting weird

I held my fortress

And the beauty of it all

Is the rain began to fall

Fires burning came to dust

The worms came up for air

I knew we were free

And i was no drama king

I was just handing myself

A pen

And a paint brush.