Illusions

In the infant morning  

I awake expecting to find

That something is missing;

Broken inside.

A preliminary check leaves nothing to be seen

But still I’m lost, I’m confused

The absence of you left nothing of me.

The mirror still in shadow, I twist and contort

Darkened tiles spin and turn over-

Challenging my illusion in the works

I grip the sink, cool and steady

To anchor myself once more to the world I created

Surrounding room straightens, light creeping in

And I am ready

To pretend like none of this matters

To hold my heart afloat- proudly

As if it was whole instead of shattered.

I’m a master at disguise

I observe in quiet relief as the confusion dies

The fantasy world of persistence and lies

The illusion reforms, as the morning slips by.