Brick and mortar, rough reality beneath the smooth render of a public face.
The first crack, goes unnoticed. The lines deepen, spreading the fear.
Crumbling, neglected, weathered and helpless.
The smooth facade breaks and a hidden structure of an existence revealed.
A hole to a reality is opened, the anguish of a secret exposed in jagged truth, for those who choose to see.
The deception crumbles, light hurts the blinded eyes, destroying the comfort of darkness, a place for a seed to grow.
– Ciaran Burke