Through it all - Poetry
It was the moment,
That burst like a bubble,
It was difficult for it to be,
Anything else,
But this.
Let it be,
Let it go,
For all of it,
Is but just a lie.
For time is a mirror,
Of all things past,
From the future,
Connecting all the way till middle.
A shadow under the mask,
Not to hide,
But a measure of protection,
It was just a way,
To get through the dark troubling days.
Troubled thoughts kept the monsters at bay,
Fending off with a painful stick,
Over and over again.