Blessed Unreality Poem by Candice James

Blessed Unreality
© Candice James

A sudden shiver, an abrupt pain,
an awakening to a new circumstance,
an empty glass awaiting fulfillment
followed by the tinkling of crushed ice
against the sides of the cut-crystal tumbler.

I trace my bluish-purple raised veins
through the pathways of my life
at the tide of its lowest ebb
as the eye in my mind slowly closes.

I stumble over the cliff
of one of memory's hidden scars;
the residue of a war lost
that recalls it as a victory.

It slowly slip-slides away
on a film of deception
and I choose to believe it's true
as I forge the delusion in fire.

I conjure up a brand-new image,
beyond imagination,
and imagine it to be true.

This is a moment, an hour,
a week, month and a year
in the life of a poet
walking the tangled wire
on her coveted path
of blessed unreality.