“
‎When tears come, I breathe deeply and rest. I know I am swimming in a hallowed stream where many have gone before. I am not alone, crazy, or having a nervous breakdown … My heart is at work. My soul is awake.
Mary Margaret Funk in Thoughts Matter

The Illusion

So

She dissolved into a mist

impossible to grasp 

no longer

there

the Illusion never lied

pride cometh

the Illusion did not deceive

that pit gnaws 

mourning the loss

the Reality is

similar

yet never again the same

not trusted

tolerated

elusive acceptance

of a future

undesired

I pray for the Illusion

return to me.


return to me.

VCM 6/28/2011

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