Remember when

I remember when I was wide-eyed and excited about what I could be, What I would be, Who I'd fall for and end up with for eternity, happily ever after.  I never thought reality would find me. I'd somehow be an exception. I'd somehow out smart it. I'd have all my dreams come true. Everything would work out and fall into place. 

I don't know where to go now that things have shifted and become tainted. I'm struggling to stand, after the fall. I've had the wind knocked out of me so hard that I'm still disoriented. Where do you start, when all that you hoped for, believed in and planned on, has become almost unattainable and false. What do you do when the fear of  "It's become to late" has crippled and paralyzed you where you stand.  When your hope has faded to almost non- existence.  And any microscopic shred of hope that is left, has been buried and locked away so deep, yourself can not find it.