All that glitters

What is it
That makes the mental blank spot
So subtly powerful.
That moment where
We blindly fell,
Though looking back,
saw the snag
in which we pulled at.

What is it
That clouds a thought
Until it is rotted
Until its brightness
Is so obstructed
That it seems
The only normal one.

But I saw through the muck
The time-proven fact
That some can be saved,
That cracks
Can release pressure.
And now what glitters
May be passed on
To you.