Cathartic Muse

I lay here in half-slumber, awaiting catharsis
But the day I just lived through refuses to impart this
The haze outside my window couldn't be more foreboding
The breath inside my chest supplies a ceaseless choking
That induces my struggle, and from such, I conclude
The feelings in my heart will continue to delude
My perception of reality…
Yes, delusions of grandeur and feigned regality
But suddenly I find I am no longer alone
Through a part in the haze not previously known
A figure now stands, extending both hands
I can't comprehend, yet I rise at its demand
The walls fall away, the windows become shards
It's like this entire time I've dwelt in a house of cards
A fallacy that so easily parted from my sight
Leaving me standing in the nexus of the night
Alone with this creature, symbol of something
But in my attempt to define it, I ascertained nothing
Until it spoke, chilling such that my shadow cringed
And thus its words ran, and on my destiny infringed

"Beyond the door is what you desire most
And what you need there lies, in gross;
I pray you do not hesitate, as this is essential
To succeed in your quest to preserve your potential…"

The question rides my breath, but soon falls sedate
For now before my eyes stands a glorious gate
A set of ivory pillars lies on either side,
Topped with golden foliage from which ornaments are tied
The intricate flaxen lining of the entryway's structure
Inspired awe and adoration for the entirety of this juncture
And with my eyelids threatening to deprive me of my vision
I took my steps and did so without thought in my decision
My trembling hand then took hold of the glistening silver handle
And with one pull, I engulfed myself within my reverie's scandal
No light shone through to obscure my view of what lay on the other side
It seemed to me the words were true; that creature had not lied
There I was face-to-face with my own fate's twine
I'm gazing into a pair of eyes exactly like mine
The creature, my host, lets out a muffled cackle
Epiphany hits me; this world is not my shackle
This gift I have been given with the purpose to infuse
Shall now and forever be with me as my muse

The scene disperses, my house of cards returns
The eyes I saw engraved in me like third-degree burns
But there exists no pain, just this sensitivity
The encouragement to live life with all of my ability
I pray you won't desert me, as I now have tasted bliss
You have my gratitude, as well; you gave me my catharsis
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 2,415
Words 452
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 20, 4, 18, 6

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