....her most true colors

I always thought I knew better,
Every time I would say "Never will it happen to me."
Always I believed that everything was under control
I believed that I can handle my own
No matter how young or old I was
It's all in my control and it will play as I see fit

I let it slide when the first crack occurred,
After all it was just a crack
My front view was unhindered
I could still see forward perfectly
So there was no need for me to fix
What I truly believed was not broken.

Then a little stone was cast in my direction
I said to myself "...well it's so tiny you can hardly see it"
So I just went on living still,
The view was still unimpaired
I went on as if all was perfect
Moving on is the best cure ever!

I missed all the little stones that were slowly piling up
As time went by I felt even more in control
Never did I notice the smaller yet bigger picture
Was so focused to the front,
That when I looked to my side,
It was too late
I gasped for breath in shock
How could this have happened?
I had it all under control, didn't I?
But I didn't, all there was, was emptiness,
There was nothing but pitch black
My greatest stupidity had taken over,
What I thought was my kindness,
What I truly believed was my forgiving heart
Was merely nothing but the greatest lack of back bone.

And now I'm looking at nothing,
Except the tiniest view of light I have left in front of me
And in my deepest heart I ignore the most agonizing fact
That sooner or later the walls will begin to close in on me,
And all that will be left would be what I fear the most,
....darkness as she reveals to me her most true colors.