The only way she can look at herself in the mirror is if it’s shattered;
Then, she can entertain fantasies about the parts of her face that the cracks distort.
She lets others cut her into a billion pieces with a blade she’s more or less handed them;
Her arms were always too weak to defend, and giving was all her naive mind knew to do.
But when she’s alone, when she tries to fix herself by picking up the fragments, she cuts her palms with the shards,
And when she tries to sew the pieces together with a thread of her strung faith, she pricks her fingers with the needle;
Blood beads crawl down her wrists; a striking resemblance of luxurious red silk gloves.
She’s told the only way out of this darkness is for her eyes to light the way,
But she can’t remember the last time her eyes shone, unless you count tears, which, they apparently don’t.
And so she spends hours in front of the fireplace, watching the flames frolic,
Wondering how she can imprint that kind of flickering into her own eyes.
And she does push-ups, biceps curls – whatever it takes, really,
Letting the throb of sore muscles mask the sting of her lacerated hands,
So maybe – just maybe, she will be able to lift up a shield next time.
She showers with the lights off now, so she doesn’t have to see her naked body;
Covered with scars that lie as angry, flaming ridges across her crass curves and abominable angles.
Rosy cheeks, bright eyes-
No, it’s flipped for her:
Bloodshot eyes, damp cheeks.
And so she sleeps to fast-forward time,
But life isn’t a movie, and when she wakes up, everything is still the same-
(More like a weak pause button, if anything).
She wishes she could melt away into silence,
But the damn beating of her heart gives her away each time.
Amazing poem. So sad.
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Thank you. Means a lot.
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Great poem
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome
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Wow. Great writing here! I can totally sympathize.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it
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Wow you’re such a good writer. I don’t even have words to describe what this made me feel! Amazing!
I’d love your thoughts on my blog! I just aspire to write like you and your feedback will very very appreciated.
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Thank you! You have some lovely pieces!
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That was simply flawless.Glad to meet you dear!
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Thank you! It’s nice to meet you too 🙂
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My pleasure.:)
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This is simply intriguing! 👏
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Wonderfully descriptive poem!
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Thank you!!
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So sad. All the broken people out there should be matched up and fit together somehow. Mutual solace. Yin for eachother’s yang. It’s probably a bloody terrible idea and two wrongs don’t make a right but all that unanswered suffering is just heartbreaking. I have a theory everyone starts out ok and it’s the world that is wrong not them, the world tricks them into thinking they are ugly or weak or broken when they are in fact perfect. The ugliness is in the world and the eye of the beholder. And by world I mean the man-made world, not the rest.
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Thank you for your comment!
All the broken people out there are broken for a different reason, and I’m not sure fitting them together would be the best idea, although I do see where you’re coming from. Unanswered suffering is honestly horrible. It is heartbreaking, but to sit there and let the suffering defeat us and take over our lives is, for me, something that is even more heartbreaking.
The world can be a tough place, but I like to think that at the end of the day we’re tougher. As I mentioned at the end of the poem, the fact that our hearts are still beating should be reason enough for us to keep fighting.
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Yeah it was probably a bad idea.
Yes, always a good idea to try and fight the suffering instead of just giving in to it. Some of us are fighting all our lives that way.
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One of your finest writes. Just stellar
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Thank you for your continued support Rob! It truly means the world to me 🙂
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I love reading your work. You are quite welcome
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Thank you so much for the reblog! 🙂
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You are welcome!
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