I Know Catharsis

This release that says to fear, "Hate now begone, you are no longer needed here."
This voice that screams to those once contented, "Move far from this place should this tear to ever be mended."
The whisper that lets me know that you are there, "I shall be here, though not in sight.  You shall breath me in, forever I am the air."
The echo from within and the quiet that follows, "Always should you listen, for these walls are not all hollow."
The grip that holds me and refuses to left go; the question that I ask though the answer I already know.
The want, the will, the peace that will always persist.
I know Catharsis and I refuse to accept anything but this.