The Masks We Wear

Ive been having these dreams
where im pacing in the dark;
The old wooden floor
creaking its drunken complaints
up from somewhere deep,
way deep down there,
beneath the gallery of scars- 

gifts on display courtesy of the glass shards 

my flesh once used to declare its defeat.   

"Home."
I dream im home, though
its a place i still long to explore,
or,
maybe ive just forgotten?
or,
maybe ive finally let go and im learning to seek
shelter in the unknown...
sweating, waking up still smiling,
the cold morning pours in through the window,
my heart races and the happiness
on my face betrays the terror
lurking in my soul.