The Desires that Go Unrealized

What are the fantasies that do me in? The desires that go unrealized .
The thirsts remain thirsty. I fall apart in the contemptuous quiet.
The revelation that what I want is not, has not...could not. Or could it?
I tell myself that it could, that it must.
Because I ought to be working with my destiny, partnering with reality.
Then why this dark, damp reality? Why not a bright, light heavenly truth?
I want to feel alive. I want to feel something.
Yet my fear gets in the way and the new looks so threatening.
I bow out, concede, recoil.
It seems as though my destiny is fractured; having been pulled apart by the reality of my universe
And my reluctance to say, Let it be so.
I cut my fingers on the fractured pieces. But in the grand scheme of things what does that matter?
I will glue these pieces together yet. I give myself no other choice.