Closing chapters
of my life,
trying not
to look back as I
loosen my grip
on childish fantasies,
now phantoms.
The fog clears
and i see
what was really there
all along.
Instead of gray blobs
of what should be,
If ind myself faced with
the harsh lines of reality.
Expecting the worst,
I take off my rose-colored glasses
and find that
real life isn't that bad.
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