I wake up from a dream.

A dream of walls.

                of restrictions

The walls of fear are closing in now.

Gasp.     Gasp.

Pen.        Paper.

My fear has defiled the pure white page.

A rainbow of black.

Breathe. Breathe.

The black lines break down my walls.

                                                   my restrictions

                                                   my fear

Bit by bit they chip away at my nightmare.

Bit by bit they reveal the little lights in my heart.

And all that is left are the broken chips that are washed away by the black sea.

And in the crashing of dark strokes and the rheteric breeze.

I find it.

Healing for my soul.

Poetry.

My perfect paradise.