The Rising Sun

The night is hard, heavy, filled with tears, fears, and small voices. The night time came and went all to slow. The night is a dangers place especially  in your head. the night creped on, it lingered, filled with hunger, desperation, the sounds of screams could be heard from the nightmares, the night left an awful taste of death and shattered dreams.

There is no light just dark, it even scares the voices that surround me. the night never seamed to end, it never seamed t stop, the consisted pain and suffering the trail of blood, severed limb it left behind as it tore through me like a tornado terrorizing a town. I thought there was no hope no way of redemption, salvation. but just when I was going to give up when I thought the night would leave me  broken, bruised, burned, cut and sliced open laying on the floor bleeding to death, light appeared. 

At last I am free! The door that was locked and held me a prisoner In my own home swigs open with a "thud!"; heavy, dark, squeaky, hinges sound as the door hits the wall. A cloud of dust and dirt erupted from the once rusted cell door, I cough waving any visible dust. the sun creeps over the mountains slowly springing to life. I step outside I breath a sigh of relief a breeze whips m hair to the side, it feels like ages since I've felt a cool breeze. I take small steady steps down the old squeaky stairs, until I find the hard ground covered in small pebbles along with big rocks. I look around there are so many colors, smells, sounds they all enlighten me an bring peace. "I've been waiting for you" I whisper to myself "Here you are at last". I look up to the sky, the sun rises. The vast colors of oranges reds with yellows that cast a bright warm light, I breath steady, enjoying my freedom. 

The light blue sky is like an ocean of vast emptiness that is until my eyes meet the clouds that look like the ripple effect in a small lake as you toss rocks into the water. The clouds ripple above me with there colors of greys, whites and yellows its as if I've entered a dream land. This makes me smiles as I take it all in and let my nerves clam.

The ground crunches beneath my feet as I walk towards the sun, every rock big and small, every tiny grain of sand fells magnified underneath my thin shoes. I hear the sound of birds, birds of all kind young and old sing there songs of joy, they laugh as they play a nice game of tag flying all around me I hear the code they speak to each other as they smile. Sounds of rustling leaves in the soft morning breeze bring me comfort, engulfing me in a cocoon of safety.

I walk closer to the rising sun letting it guide me through the woods, I can almost reach it, I can almost feel it! Warm rays beam down on me keeping me at just the right temperature., not to cold but not to hot.Tears run down my face, wet but yet all so dry. I taste salt as the tears roll down my cheeks hitting my lips. I can taste wet dirt, I can almost feel its texture, its as if my body craves it. I feel a sense of calm and somehow peace.

Chills travel up my spine, I shiver as the cold morning breeze pushes it's way through the woods thick tree's, and dry leaves. For some odd reason I can smell the sent of freshly cut grass, wet dew and pine.  I work my way through the big cluttered space where the braches snap at me, the sound of rogue fallen laves crunch beneath my feet leaving a trail of broken dreams behind. just as the sun as risen just above the mountains I find my self in an open meadow full of thick bright and dark green grass. the sun is so close I could reach out and touch it. Birds continue flying above, singing. The risen sun has me trapped as I walk towards it. The trance it puts me over to strong to break, I stare the sun dead in it's soul. Bright light burns my eyes, they begin to water as an attempt to survive the scourging heat it witnesses.  

Owls hoot to warn me, I can see it, the edge of the cliff. But I'm afraid I've gone to deep, too late to turn around. I know I'm trapped, each step in another closer to my death, each step daunting in one from or another. I take yet another step closer to my death.... I know this yet I don't try to fight it. I take what is my last breath, it burns my lungs, they turn to a crisp. Heat from the sun to much for my human body to handle. My skins starts to sizzle, bubbling under the intense heat, it's as if I am a box of crayons left in the sun, I melt. The pain unbearable torture, yet somehow I can't seam to get enough. Sticking my hand out it burns turning to dust, I don't move away I watch in awe.

"At last I am here, my pain can end!" I think to myself. I step almost falling to an endless death when I feel the sun slowly starts to  engulf me. The pain to much for my puny form to consume, I almost black out but I struggle to stay awake, hoping I don't miss my death. I do not scream as I watch my own body burn and turn to dust.

It's at this point when my eyes burn away completely leaving two empty dark holes, as if to represent my own soul. I can no loner see, but somehow I can still see my death happen at this very moment. I slowly disappear, the smell of burning flesh the sound of my skin melting. Just before the sun takes me I softy whisper "If it is your will". Just like that I'm gone, not a single trace of my existence to be found.

And with that the rising sun as once again risen.