A Tribute

“crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real”
― Chester Bennington


Melting into the atmosphere,
mesmerized by luminous blues.
His deathly fears behind him,
bedazzled by the lofty views.
Gone was confusing resonant,
his true reflection appeared.
Far above melancholy darkness,
his soul was revered.

Pulled from beneath the surface,
the walls no longer closed in.
Earthly wounds transfigured, and
sacred whispers drenched his skin.
Endless discomfort dissipated,
he was transmuted into white.
Evanescent insecurities,
became vivid celestial lights.