Flames

This room is dark, even with flames burning around.

I've waited for the flames to dissipate, from all the tears I've cried.

I sit here contemplating how to get around.

I'm stuck in this heat, everything spinning, choking on the smoke.

I've been in the dark far too long, I've lost sight of the colors around.

Get up, give myself hope.

Thoughts of something better across the walls surface.

How the change I want/need is across the flames but I'm scared of what the change entails...more pain.

I'm bruised and battered, scared of these scars turning into wounds again.

The memories keep me trapped, scared of what's on the other side.

The feelings of loneliness and hopelessness come back, I sit back down.

I fight between the rational and emotional.

How to get them to be on the same page?

I've been pouring tears to shut off the flames. Endlessly trying to run from them, when I know, I have to go through them.

Even though I've come to this conclusion, I'm afraid of doing this alone.

I'm paralized, finding comfort in these burns, it's all I've known.

I can't seem to get up and go through the flames.

I sit here and let them suffocate me, I'll turn into ashes soon.

I'll get up and try, only to fall and burn again.

I'm stuck in this nonstop loop...