You can do it.
You can face it.
You can hit rock bottom
All by your lonesome.
Not because you’re strong enough.
No one is.
But you will be caught.
Like all the others.
Not by glowing dreams
Or empty promises.
Not this time.
No one has the power
To save another
To protect them from
Meeting this pain.
We only imagined we did.
The arrogance has been shattered.
The falling pre-arranged.
Inevitable.
We bow our heads now.
We surrender.
It’s finally here.
The faith so long sought.
The certainty
The knowing!
That this plunge
Is a gift given only
To a courageous few,
Leading to a most
Glorious rebound.
Today shatters gloriously
The illusion
That we needed each other
Could ever protect one another
From this collapse.
Today, together,
You and I allow the
Innate Intelligence
To do the heavy lifting
The catching in mid-air
The salvation.
Today, you and I drop this
Innocent “helpfulness,”
Unproductive compromise,
Unasked-for
Self-sacrifice.
Finally released
At long last
From this,
Our miserable
Interminable
Illusionary
Do-si-do.
Dropping all,
Invited back
To meet the raw,
True Power,
Our humble
Long-forgotten
Unimaginable
Magnificence.
Joy Biscuits 