We all live in this world together,
But in our heads we have our own private worlds
Billions of mini hidden worlds within the world.
One day mine was destroyed. It all came crashing down
Though it was imploding, it was hidden within the shell.
I had been laying in the debris for years
lost and utterly alone.
Too much for me to handle,
I created a dream world to live in
I built walls around the destruction
until even I could no longer see it.
I’ve finally awoken from my dream
and the walls are coming down.
Though it feels like my world is coming to an end again
I’m merely back where I began,
laying in the debris of where it first fell apart.
This time it is different,
I am no longer lost or alone.
I am mourning for my broken world
I am weeping for what has gone,
But in the midst I am rebuilding
With help, I am picking up the pieces
to create my new and better world.