Peace Of Mind?

Poetry art, watercolour, artistic, moody, maximalist Are there lies hidden behind those honeyed words/for one so ordinary to imagine a treasure so magnificent/could really be mine/seems foolish and sad/when such a treasure is wholly constructed/on the hastily created vessel of my own ideas/fuelled by a wonderful hope that was never real/yes, yes, I heard what they tried to tell me/but it was never like that, or was it?/tiny cracks in what was said/over time became another broken mirror/that showed only the ugliness/of broken pieces of trust 8k, in the style of mary vaux walcott