Gaps

Alone so far from the hearth of serenity
where in better dreams it was home,
such suspended in a gap
between joy’s haven and sorrow’s snare.

Heaven is felt in the mind
as the vision of sky born flights
far from the rain of tears.

Below is the gray foggy haze
of what is unknown
though the ghosts of the past,
the terrors and tyrants howl
to make the skin cringe
from the fear they might wait again
if one dares to descend
into that maze called reality.

While their sounds dig into the nerves
every sense recalls that pains,
yet feeling so empty inside
over just sitting where there is no happiness
just a cold silence archway
ever inviting one to bridge
each concern and anxiety
and discover the gems of life.