The embers are glowing from bridges that burned.
The old coals will not fade and die.
The shards that remain from the mirror are sharp.
Reflections within were a lie.
The man in the looking glass silently stared
When asked to describe: “Who am I?”
Reflecting upon all the monsters within
That character sought to defy.
The burden of beasts that lie trapped in the soul
One cannot forever deny.

The trick is to let all the nightmares escape
And slaughter them off as they run.
Otherwise, they will run free in the night
Where damages can’t be undone.
The nightmares you do not release and destroy
Forever will seek shade from sun.
Released by the darkness, they trouble the sleep.
Insomniac guilt weighs a ton.
When devils of heart torture Sleepless Night’s mind
The troubles have only begun.

Ignoring the fact that the pain is inside
To innocent friends passes blame.
Creating realities. History dies—
Impaled on the lies to hide shame.
But burning the bridges and breaking the mirrors
To heal one’s own demons is lame.
To pass guilty verdicts on everyone else
Is unjustly cheating Life’s game.
The selfish misplacement of blame in this game
The demons inside cannot tame.

Fictitious reality, images torn,
Burnt bridges that cannot be crossed,
And daggers of looking glass mirrors that are cracked;
Each done without counting the cost.
Destroying relationships can’t bring success.
The flaws of the heart get embossed
On consciences seared by the lies of the heart;
And that’s when the soul’s truly lost . . .
After burning the bridges on the Road to Redemption.