A Place

By: Briana Wasil

There’s a place I go when all feels lost, 

It travels with me like a shadow, hovering until I stop

Only then will I carve out the door, 

White chalk echoing as it paves the floor 

It’s not till I take a step that it will glow like the night 

Because something about darkness just strengthens the light 

I leap through the melting of time 

Where past, present and future collide 

A lapse of memory and a blast of records 

The space between reality where the lost is now discovered 

It holds me and lifts the air all around 

Guiding me in a presence that on Earth, is never found

It can be my safehaven and terror 

My distaste and longing 

The quick changes of a current 

Brought on by a burning 

Of a fuel I cannot sustain 

Nor calmness that can ever be attained  

I breathe.

Only when I breathe can it shoot at the wind 

And all the scars of its long-lasting sins 

I breathe. 

Not from the remains, 

But for the remainder of those still here 

I breathe. 

For the one life on Earth that is never fully complete 

For my life and theirs; all of those I wish to meet.