Plato’s illusion of shadows

Plato’s illusion of shadows

It is a dream
that we are taught
that most girls carry around
and for most come true
but mine became a
secretive fanciful illusion
played out in wishful thinking
and fantastical imagination
Filling the little empty times of the day
to where is has become
a crutch of daily life
spinning its thread
into an almost imperceptible
gossamer cocoon holding me back
disappointment burns inside me
how I have stood
and look at these shadows
dancing on the wall
chained to sugar coated dreams
that kept me drugged for their perpetuation
instead of me turning and facing reality
all kinds of things held me there
but mostly all kinds of fear
I gave the dreams power
to abuse and warp my dream into
protecting me from pain and disappointment
but fear’s shadow’s really kept me
from seeing hopeful genuine possibility

Triumph's threshold

Short is my feeling of triumph
for seeming to cross a threshold
maybe of realization
or silly giving in to self acceptance
for I fight myself
and for myself
and finally give up
and there is the threshold
I give up being afraid of the dark
trying to get a solid night of sleep
controlling things I can’t control
adjusting to the way things are now
and forever in flux
subtly shifting focus
as shifting my weight from one foot to another
or closing one eye
then switching
my triumph is still there
though not as ecstatic
of calm happy knowing
I have shifted to a better place