Tattered Blinds
Tattered blinds shielding my eyes
from the glare of reality have now
been drawn back, and I face the sly
ruthlessness of life somehow
They had trapped within my heart
a girlish belief most pure; one which
refused to leave even when darts
slashed to shreds its tapestry so rich
But shorn they conceal no more. I see
the starkness of truths and cannot abate
the dictates of life. And so before me
stands wisdom, but perhaps too late…
~Glowing Embers~
23 rd June 2006