Facing A Mirror

I can't hear anything outside.
The echoes that once prevailed, now silent.
Everything has ceased to exist beyond this new verity.
Something stagnant inside has finally erupted,
freed itself from my lies,
and we meet at my surface.
Have I been bearing this since dawn?!
Is all this the weight of a tear I never allowed to fall?
A yell I never allowed to rage, set free?!
Perhaps only, a breath I restricted for far too long.
Today it is something that makes me silent.
I am afraid of its sound.
But I will listen.
This rumble that stirs, pierces and aches
from depths of myself
I'm called to face.
It has hushed the fields,
Brought all soilders to their knees
And demands the smallest part of me to stand in awe.
And meet it with honor.
Perhaps this is a war worth fighting and surrendering for.