It isn’t real until
It happens to you,
Nothing compares to the emptiness
Of your lungs as the air
Is knocked out of them.
The shattering of reality
Around what you thought was real,
But was only a dream.
Like icicles falling
A thousand feet and melting
From the heat of the land below.
When the dawn fades away
And colours fade to grey.
As the sun sets on the brightness
Of the day, and the first tears
Fall like Autumn rain. You know
You’ll be ok, even if it is devestating.