Ruin

Building skyscrapers
of fantasy out of crushed dreams
is the way
She copes
with the reality
of her inadequacy

The structures
loom large over
the streets of her consciousness
Why is there so much traffic here?
All roads leading
to everywhere
and nowhere
At once

This all a facade
Make believe
This can’t be my life
She thinks as she wanders
desolate and dusty streets

The search
is all encompassing
Exhausting
but the buildings
keep rising out of the ashes

The sunshine
is no comfort
Creating looming shadows
at every corner
Misshapen and menacing

She carefully navigates
the feelings of fear
And slowly finds her way

The buildings will stand as
Testament
to her true strength
She opens her eyes
To the sun

They all come tumbling down.