When I asked Lilith to help me see and I felt something break,
It was the prism I was looking through.
The one that held illusions, of myself, of the world around me.
The one that softened flaws, amplified hope.
It is shattered at my feet
I have stepped into the mound of shards
Reaching in, sifting them with my hands
Seeing the reflections of every time I betrayed myself
Every time I allowed betrayal without comment
Watching it turn to bloody dust in my grasp
I am changed, changing
It’s what the storm brought me
This hurts deeply
The wounds will scar over
I will get on with it.
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 