Sorting Madness

Here’s what I know.
Nothing happens
the way we want, even
when it seems to, even
when the fairy tale lights the sky,
there is something else going on,

something darker,
a silent torturer deep
in the basement,
laughing at our hope,

constantly delaying,
slowing down the light,
letting time and fear scrape away
at us, hoping

to see us fall into despair
that is more delicious
for it’s surprise,

unaware it is living in a mirror,
and that the lie of pain
without end is Satan’s biggest lie,

that in the end,
when the illusions are all pulled away,
when time has run it’s confusing course,
when the onion skin of life
is pulled away layer
by layer, complete
with tears,

we’ll see our real beauty
scarred, beautifully imperfect,
no longer in need
of other’s mirrors, only

our own.

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The picture was taken at the Natural Bridge Haunted House, years ago. I understand that the Haunted House has since burnt down. You can click on it for a larger view.

Tom