Broken Glass

January 12, 2009
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Who is this stranger staring back?
Her long hair is mussed, her eyes are smudged
black.

Her lips are crimson, full, and tender.
Her face is gaunt, her figure too
slender.

She brushes her cheek, pale and icy cold.
She ponders the secrets that will never be
told.

She is not the person she used to be.
She brings herself down, though no one can
see.

Tears begin to stream down her face.
She has forgotten a moment she can never
replace.

A mistake was made, though the girl did not know.
She had no control of where she was to
go.

Hypocrite, she thinks to herself as she cries.
The tears wash the pain from her bloodshot
eyes.

The words stab like knives through her bleeding heart.
Her only hope now is for a fresh
start.


With determination, she gets to her feet.
She is too strong to give into defeat.

The sun floods her face as she walks away.
She embraces the warmth,
Breathes in the day.

She takes a new path, her journey just begun.
A smile on her face,
The battle is won.





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Anon said...
May 7, 2010 at 1:26 am
Nice story of willpower. Love the form!
 
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