By: Leigh B. Evans
What I saw was who I am
What I wanted was who I would be
I asked myself am I dead
But I responded inside my head
What is life but some dream
In a world inbetween
What’s beyond we cannot say
We wouldn’t know anyway
If I destroy to be, what’s left
Am I a victim of my own theft
In a realm where shadows dance and gleam,
I found myself somewhere between,
Caught within the crossroads of my soul,
Yearning for a transformation, to be made whole.
What I saw reflected who I am,
Yet deep within, a yearning began,
To mold myself into something new,
To paint a masterpiece, both vibrant and true.
Within the confines of my mind’s abode,
A voice emerged, a truth it bestowed,
Life, a fleeting dream, ethereal and grand,
In a world betwixt, where wonders expand.
But what lies beyond, we cannot say,
Explorers lost in an endless fray,
If I dare to shatter, to break and rend,
What fragments remain, can they still mend?
Am I the thief of my own destiny,
Or merely a victim of life’s larceny?
In the act of destruction, can I find,
A rebirth, a redemption, a self redefined?
Leigh’s Chaos 