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.
Building skyscrapers
of fantasy out of crushed dreams
is the way
She copes
with the reality
of her inadequacy
You got me here! How many of my most awesome aspirations spring from failures? Is that good or bad, helpful or distraction? Some of both?
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