We need to wallow in self-pity

Spirit tells me that none of my many (too many to count)

Closed doors of relationships that once seemed destined

To last forever, ever existed to close.

 

How then can I tell illusion from reality?

 

They are one and the same.

 

But, I have cried rivers of tears.

 

Where are they now?

 

I don’t know.

 

They’ve been recycled for others to shed.

 

What purpose did they serve me?

 

You needed to wallow in self-pity to ease the pain of

Losing another illusion.