Before the Bend

Before the bend

You are steadfast,

Sure,

Steady.

You stand armored

In certainty;

It shields you from

Discomfort,

Dissuading static.

You've yet to face

The icy shatter,

Reality unraveling.

That solid place

Feels safe; that

Canopied illusion.

Stalwart,

Anchored,

Free.

And then it all

Crumbles,

Crashes, Dissolves,

Into dissolution, disarray.

The curtain flaps

And falls,

Flaccid,

Final.

And meaning

Mourns itself

For what it might have been

If all had remained

Unbroken.

A story so vivid,

A feeling so real

All revealed now

To be a hollow, haunted

Entertainment,

Distraction,

Lie.

And what is left

But what is bent

And broken?

And how do you

Begin

To build anew,

To flesh a new

Foundation

When creation

Itself

Is an illusion?

How do you not

Clutch, or care

Or cry

When everything

Is nothing

But a lie?