Mirror

I was walking down the hallway on a path that consisted of quicksand sucking me in at a pace so rapidly there was no way I could escape death's hands a miracle must have happened 'cause I came back up gasping for air the grains of sand that I swallowed were searing my lungs with pain I could not bear I was lucky enough to make it to the last block but as I was approaching the door ahead of me I stepped on dozens of sharp rocks my feet were oozing with blood I was holding in my tears inside I was sobbing silently secretly masking my fears in excruciating agony I reached my hand out to open the door there was an emerald light shining and in amazement the puddles of excitement from my eyes began to pour so I walked towards this light and up the stairway of reflections then a hand guided me into this room where I could bask in my deepest and darkest confessions there I was standing in a circle of crimson flames now was the time to let my soul go untamed the lights flickered on and all I could see was an unmistakable reflection of a young and troubled me I could see the pain in his eyes the stress in his chest I could feel the scars on his heart together they form a crest in the shape of an S due to the trauma he once experienced from the flying bullets for lack of wearing a bullet proof vest oh the agony there was no way to annul it my reflection lifted his finger and he pointed to me which was something that I shockingly could not believe he smiled, winked then he burst into flames the mirror cracked and the glass shards came flying aiming straight for my brain in the nick of time I ducked then the lights went out to my surprise a bright, white light was piercing through my stones of doubt another hand reached out to me it said 'come with me you must' I gladly accepted this breathtaking journey and the corpses of my demons faded to dust By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)