His mind has been
Whirring away
Looking for a
Positive buoy in

A sea of negativity.

The waves of his
Consciousness crash
Towards shore,
And thoughts drift

Towards his soul,

Towards his mind,

Towards his heart.

A heart beating
With the blood of
New life -- from
The ashes

Of near self-
Destruction.

Rising as a 
Phoenix, beginning 
To soar above
The shores

Of mediocrity.

Using his intelligence,

Using his spirit,

Using his muse.

To harness the fire
Raging within
His soul

A fire that at
First glance seemed
To be dying,

But is now beginning
To spread from a
Few winking cinders
And grows as

The fuel of his
Expression is
Poured upon it.

The fire inside 
His head

Now rages and
Becomes an
Uncontrollable pyre,

Eating the darkness,
Feeding on Pain,

Lighting the way
Towards a brave
New world where

Dreams never die
And spirit roams
Free

The muse has
Returned --

Reanimating my
Life, and killing
The demons that

Haunt my soul.

They will conquer
The shadows

They will destroy
The beast inside 
My head...

It will bring down
The walls that
Surround me,

The barricades to
My happiness will
Come crashing
Down.

Out of the rubble,
My true self 
Will arise,

And I will be
Free!

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