Could you face your face.

This is a day to travel beyond success
from the nightmare that there was
unto the wilderness before me.
Living, was nothing for a while but
the task of staying speechless
before cruelty and injustice.

Refurbished me, sees the world ahead
rejecting useless knowledge
to never be the same now that
new wind blows over my rock face
as I enter the unknown.

How many days it takes
to fill a pool with extinct tears?

I have cried away my madness
I have whispered in my ear
sweet words of understanding

I have walked free.
For in my escape, I´ve melted off the lies.
A second face I was taught to grow
yet I could not stand it.
Free it is.

A second, a third... I wonder,
how many faces some people learn to live with?