I walk along the corridor,
Though my feet never touch the floor.
Woken from my dream...my nightmare..
To see the writing on the wall.

Truth.

A fractured fairytale,
My fingers bruised and burned.
Fantasy, not reality.
When will I ever learn?

Now.

I turn back towards the desert,
Towards the terracotta sky.
The barren wasteland calls to me,
Pleading, beckoning...

Go.

I continue on.

Posted/Updated on March 3rd, 2019
Originally published on December 8th, 2017

Comments: The other day my co-worker commented on the beautiful sunset. I looked and it was truly a terracotta sky.

Original Notes: Said I wouldn't come on until after the new year, but this piece forced it's way out.I think most of you know that I'll be homeless in a few weeks. Which is okay, we knew this was coming. However, the part that is the worst (and what inspired this piece) was that we have had so many promises of help, so much hope crushed, including a family member who made promises they clearly never intended to keep. Anyhow, in the end, I know we'll be okay -- only one way up from rock bottom. As bad as things are, this Christmas we are truly focusing on what is important -- family. Living the real reason for the season. Wishing you all a healthy and safe holiday.