Veritas

Hopes built up

of fractured glass,

Waiting for my happy ending.

Dreaming that I

Can do anything –

I can be Supergirl

I can move mountains

If only, if only

I spread my wings to fly.

Fragile hope fluttering,

Butterflies in my heart.

I'm a maze

of crystal palaces

Carved of desperation.

They say I can do anything.

Right?

Crack.

Rip

Crash.

Burn.

My pulse is beating

In my ears.

Blood burns in

My veins.

The hopes are dashed;

The roots upturned.

My world is shifted,

Twisted down,

Its axis realigned.

Where is bright Supergirl?

Where did the dream girl hide?

She's gone again –

And I . . .

I'm left standing all alone.

It's cold, and

I can't go back,

For I am made of flesh

And blood and bone.