spent a lot of years building castles in the air

trying to find my once upon a time..

could not quite figure out

where the glamour was in dirty dishes

or the missing baby socks in the dryer..

all those illusions..delusions we hold so tightly to..

to help us sleep at night

to give us the fortitude to get up
do it one more day

one more year

comes with a hefty price tag

my rose colored glasses kept slipping off my nose

until one day I reached up

and gently set them aside


eyes wide open

at times the sun is so bright

the tears come

but that is the price

you pay

for finally learning

how to see