Breaking the fall without breaking?

You knew certainty was a farce,

But gripped onto it anyway.

It leaves you gasping, knocks the wind out of you,

When the things you thought were solid

Those closest to your heart

The small things that loomed large as the only things you held true

Disappear in an instant.

You thought the colour blue was the colour of the sky

That 50 metres was the length of the pool

The stars above and the grass between your toes

And then it's not.

You don't think.

You're not sure.

And so then what?

Believe the stories we tell ourselves
Grip them so tight the noose suffocates
And blinds us.
Because what of those told to us?
Tracing true north to block out the periphery
The noise of lies and manipulative half-truths
The small things that loomed large as the only things you held true
Disappear in an instant
You were trekking south this whole time
And so then what?