Used to Be

Landon Remington
Nov 1 · 1 min read

For a moment there, you blinded them

With your unfettered confidence

Although that light was the merest hint

At the thousand suns of the blessing

That you cherished so dearly.

Nothing had ever been more sure, more real

Than that faith

Relegated now to the coldest prison

Beneath your shrine of consciousness.

Sometimes this inmate remembers

That the toothpick bars of its cell

break all too easily

And makes its escape only to be held close

For a while

By the very warden who had sealed it away

Rather halfheartedly, for half

Was all

That had remained.