Dawn of Reality
I am not my mistakes
I can't do alone the mess.
Nor the illusion of comfort
is not mine to support.
Denial or sacrifice
is prudent to surmise
when humiliating content
prevail in silent self-torment.
I let go of intense emotion,
welling tears blurring my vision.
When pretense was no longer mine,
everything followed just fine.
Surreal crossroad reveals reality
amid heavy load prevails humility.
Empowered by sense of epiphany
My virtue is gratitude, I woke up finally.
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