make the world go round

It is lying all around me, Shattered into useless pieces of glass That could now rip my unprotected feet. It was the glass castle in which I lived As fairy princess and heroine in shining armor, Ready and able to rescue all in need. It was my fragile fantasy, Designed to protect me from the searing pain Of having never been rescued From my own unspeakable distress. But an invited guest came And rammed my castle doors, knocking my walls And shattered my glass defense. And so, what I once thought of as my castle grand Is now nothing more than unrecognizable jagged pieces, And here I stand, exposed and stunned. It is mine now, not to gather, But to leave these shattered remains. I must find a way to live broken It is mine to find a way to live without this illusion. It is mine to learn to be the peasant child that I am, Deprived of shining armor and a magic wand. But all I can see at this moment Are the broken pieces of my shattered castle walls, the palace of safety and i should be angry at the betrayal but.. all I can do is weep.