Hung with My Own Illusions

Dipped in liquid

fire,

you tore me

from my

stupor,

and hung me

with my

own

illusions,

until my eyes

had cleared

once

more.

 

7-7-19

* Written for Loki… the god, not TomĀ  Hiddleston’s Marvel character

 

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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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