Flash

Flash,

I'm back.

The journey thought to be gone,

Returns to the troubled mind

Of a lost one.

Around,

Sights seen by the same body,

Yet through different eyes.

The eyes that once saw comfort,

Now see confinement and the chains.

The dust greets me once again.

Her head,

Still rested on the cold hard floor,

With the object of destruction in her grasp.

With boldness once there but now gone,

Nothing is held back.

There I stand,

Over the crumpled figure of my imagination.

Only now can these eyes see the horror in her actions,

My mind cannot process,

That this is me.

Flash,

I'm back.

Gossamer steams of salt flow to the tip of my chin.

My eyes meet the eyes,

Of those shocked and perplexed faces.

Some would say it was a figment of imagination.

It was not.

Nothing in my whole existence was more real,

Than those months.

So I will continue on, 

Through these short yet blessed years.

For I have come out not just alive,

But wiser than I should ever be.