And, it was good—
until the glass ceiling came
crashing down taking me with it—
the shards and I descended the rabbit hole, and
my adventure advanced to chaos—while
an ogre guarded the footbridge
to the steps back
to where I used to be—
every time I attempted to cross that bridge
the ogre yelled at me
scared me and I cried on the wrong side of my adventure
not knowing what to do—while, at the same time, knowing
some extraordinary act was required.
