Reality and Confusion
It was not so hard of a shift.
But there appeared a rift.
Between reality and me.
I felt a little too free.
As if my mind was protecting itself from a blaze.
On the other side of that rift is a haze.
Like a coma, I am somewhat aware.
That someone is stroking my hair.
For the first time- I felt something other than sadness and fear.
As if I am in this peaceful haven where there are no tears.
But tears are sprouting fast.
From my parents, whose pain will last.
If only I could fuse reality and happiness.
A reality I’m avoiding- as there is too much distress.
The reality of what little I’ve accomplished…
I shall survive- but I will be abandoned and not missed.
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