Writing Her Story

Writing Her Story

She doesn't hold her breath now
& with a dead on stare
Her reflection in the water
Beginning to disappear

No one tried to stop her
No one took her hand
So now she's face to face with her reflection
And now nobody can

She never liked that face she wore
But you never looked inside
& though some times she wanted to say something
She held in the silent cries

Didn't you see the warning signs?
Didn't you see the harm?
Love is the movement
Stop the bleeding
But only self-hate was written on her arms.





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Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 3, 2009 at 2:50 pm
I love the last line. Cutting is a epidimic that is sweeping the nation quietly. this is a great poem.
 
Inkspired said...
Aug. 27, 2009 at 3:24 pm
I love this! Especially the last stanza, it's so contradictory with saying love is the movement, but only self-hate was written on her arms. You are a brilliant writer!
 
AndThisIsReal This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 25, 2009 at 2:40 pm
dulcenina1210, Thanks so much for the comment.
If you have work posted, feel free to drop me the link and I will check it out.
Thanks again, AndThisIsReal.
 
dulcenina1210 said...
Mar. 21, 2009 at 4:56 pm
Really liked this. Good work. I LOVE the last line.
 
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