Retrospection.

The shores, the boat refer to reality.

One always ready to hurt in broad daylight.

The powdered glass- the insults, remarks,

discriminations, shamming, the perceptions

of what is beauty, of what is right, wrong,

the flames that don't die.

The judgments that don't falter

to stab where it hurts most- the heart.

And the boat? The other reality

The weak, but honest one.

A decaying bundle of joy

which pushes up off the shore,

To a more beautiful river of lies,

of impossibilities.