Reality

As I was just beginning the process of healing in my own life, I wrote this poem. I'm sure many of you will be able to relate.

One night I was born,
the child of a soft smile
and still softer eyes.
A hand was stretched out
and I blindly clasped it,
not knowing why, or how,
or what would come.
I only knew it was there.

And I began to grow
gazing at a clear blue sky,
never seeing the cloud
until it was ebony.
And I feared the rain.
My hand was slipping,
but his held on tightly.
I knew it was there.

Then I no longer knew
my own being.
That soft smile,
now filled my soul with tears.
And I feigned it a dream,
But was wounded by the sharp
reality.
For I was no longer a child
And life no longer a fantasy.