Dispersion

Don’t be afraid; hold my hand.

I want these eyes to close, for my mind to be foreclosed so that

I may retreat back into blissful shadows,

indulge in the heady, sweet opiate of dreamless sleep and

Invite in the night that surrounds me,

As I give up my place in my own skin.

I want to seek refuge within

the recesses of my mind, find comfort in the spaces

between the thoughts of my merciless pursuer; but how do you escape, when does pursuit ever

cease when you’re the one doing the chasing?

With open arms, I embrace my own demise,

distracting my ailing, screaming mind

from itself until,

finally,

a splinter of light seeps through.

I open my pores to let the darkness in

So that the light of day may scourge it, flay it,

Eradicate it.

A symmetry of dispersion, a negation

of false conception and illusion pursuant to the one law of self and self-esteem:

Thou shalt not doubt thyself.