Illusion Poem by Christina Sunrise

I should look at the man for what he is,

and not for what I imagine he could be.

Because I know my fantasy could hurt me.

I am the only one I should focus on, and forget pretense.

For, if I set up in my mind what I want to have happen—

Life baffle us mortals—

-we cling on and never let go of the outcome.

We always seem to be able to press on

to another illusion in hope it will come to pass.

Written 2006 & 2010 by Christina Sunrise