illusions

There are some truths that come at you hard and fast. They suddenly and without remorse break all the illusions you have built around yourself. You find yourself  among all the pieces broken, scratched and bleeding. You take a deep breath and  try to assess the damage. You may even try, in a panic, to frantically gather the pieces and throw them back together. However, the pieces are to small and the damage is to great for an easy or fast fix.  In that moment you mourn the loss of the lies and illusions. It's not that you don't value the truth, it's not that you would want to continue living a lie. It's just that in that moment you know nothing will ever be the same and everything is getting ready to change. You can't keep playing the game. You can't pretend that you don't see, you can't keep blaming yourself, you can't keep thinking it's all in your head. The illusions are gone and the glass is broken. The lights are no longer playing their magical games as they dance between the glass and show you what you want and need to see. Instead you are left with a glaring and painful truth. You are left with the pieces and you have to decide what to do from here. Do you cut yourself over and over trying to repair something that may be impossible to fix? Do you continue to bleed and hang on to hope? Or do you dust yourself off, step through the glass and walk away?