Clutching a fickle fragment of dissonant reminiscence,
one day the solid reassurance of the future beckons,
the next sees those foundations crumbling,
until they are merely ruins.

There is nothing worse than having that dream,
that once attainable aspiration,
which we conceal to cocoon our insecurities,
wrenched from us.

The knife cuts deeply in the face of such failure,
and we are left crippled by life's inevitable hardship.

The sun eclipsed by the moon.

But that seemingly impenetrable darkness,
with patience,
ushers in the gilded rays of a new day,
and with it,
the chance for a new dream.