We all have within us
A room we dare not go
A memory
A belief
A once noble idea
Whatever the place
We are terrified to face it head on
I ask why?
Why do we shy away from such confrontation?
Let alone,
Confrontation with ourselves?
Why are some of us more inclined
To confront another
Rather than ourselves first?
Is it pride?
Embarrassment?
Fear of what such a confrontation would reveal?
We all have an abyss that strangely sits
At the edge of our minds.
A dark cavernous space
And many of us ignore it
Despise it
And would rather distract ourselves
From the unknown
That lives within our minds.
But I tell you this,
as one who once ignored the abyss in me.
It stays with you,
No matter how far you run
No matter how sad or happy you feel
No matter how distracted you are
The abyss within is not a force of good or evil
It is a pocket reality
A space only you can inhabit
A space
When left alone
Will slowly colonize your reality
Until you no longer can ignore it.
Until you must confront it
For what it is,
Alone.