The Year of Broken Promises

This was the year of broken promises,

the year of shattered illusions,

the year of systematic

pulling of the rugs

from beneath

my

feet.

 

Everything known is lost,

everything believed,

proved false.

All of the pretense

has been

stripped

bare.

 

Naked,

I stand before the mirror.

Alone,

I crumble or I rise.

4-2-15

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