make the world go round

chapter 1 Truma

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.