A story of glory...
I landed on the strangest floor
My hands tight, a tough face
I walked on, against all balance
Defied that gravity to embrace…
My sunglasses began pouring raindrops
The sun herself fell dead like a brick towards earth
A cube of curtains surrounded me enclosing
One creation of a new dimension to sculpt birth
Only a few are meant to erase feelings
And maybe a bow will give me an audience
I don’t know whether a smile
will make my teeth look white
The time it took me to break my golden mirror
was only a little while…
But the most powerful revelations
Happen everyday, every hour,
every breath and every blink
I felt down, captured when flooded by curtains
The key was in my happiness
The confidence of feeling privileged
to escape and relive my life
Not everyone has that chance...