My Asylum (Bravery)

Sitting here in my asylum,
this place of endless yellow bricks and sorrow,
I can't help but wonder exactly how I arrived here.
I cry,
But my sobs are muted by the heavy door.
No one here besides me,
and luckily so,
for the paper that nestles on my face,
the residue of the breakdown that landed me here.
My face is red and puffed up,
and I carry the burden of my sadness upon my shoulders.
As I stare into this mirror,
puzzling over why I can't,
for the life of me,
recognize the person who resides there.
These mirrors are everywhere in this hell for the insane.
I stare at my image for hours it seems,
wishing I could go back home.
I think of you,
and ponder if you played a role in this conspiracy.
I wish you were here to comfort me,
I wish I could erase you from my mind for the moment.
I loathe you at this time,
wishing I could break those damn mirrors with your head.
As I think this thought,
the one that slipped though the filter,
I hate myself,
and am awash with guilt.
As I stare at these mirrors,
those insruments of torture,
I spy a door.
A final way out.
I approach the exit cautiously.
I begin to shoulder open the door.
I step into a long hallway,
pointing the way back to life.
The silence echoes as I plot,
scheme,
which way shall I go?
At this fork in the road,
I spot my portal to my world.
I race to this door,
ready to leave this fearsome place.
I grasp the handle to the door in my sweaty palm,
And my conviction to break into reality is palpable.
Yet.
Yet I cannot force myself to pull.
I turn around,
and see another person.
He stares back at me.
He, too, has found a way out.
He, too, cannot seem to push into his world.
Looking at eachother there,
we realize that if we are to survive,
we must muster up the bravery.
So, I brush off my face,
wiping away tears,
blink away the redness.
I take deep breaths,
which restore life to my features.
I am no longer drowning.
I breathe in one deep breath,
a decider,
and slip on my glasses I barely use,
to shade my face from inquiring eyes.
And,
with one vital shove,
emerge once again into real life.