illusions

For scores and scores i've traveled
and have journeyed far from lands
yet now that i have returned to this scorned place
I find not despair, nor frustration,
but joy in the most peculiar ways

As i healed my self from yesterdays battle,
i find myself ever bleeding,
from the wounds dealt by shards,
of glasses thrown in anger

i may toss and turn out angst
but to no avail will my worries be
until i find that which i seek,
in erised's other half.