A wake up from the dead

A daze of conscious, a dew of subconscious
Her mind wakes up from deep slumber
As she is aware of the hollow dark of the night

Dreams have become distant
Her world of fantasies in near sight
The settling dust from dusk on every leaf
Her garden of emptiness a dull brown suspension of disbelief

In life there can be lifelessness
As her every feeling begins to freeze
Icicles they remain, hurting from inside
Static and placid, her core being unmoved

The statue of outer courage begins to melt
As her inner world has broken an old mirror
Her heart sees a new her in the golden light of an awakening sun
A battle for freeing her self has painfully begun.