Beneath the sheet of an angel silk
My finger glides gently along the threads
Eyes wandering as the light perfectly glistens upon its shine
Questioning its perfection
All this leads to a mirror
Its direct in my path
Glancing at a stranger
Beside pure bliss
"I am not perfect"
Such a simple thing to feel the urge to scream
But yet, I cannot resist the words falling from my lips
As though to defend a fact that need not be defended
As though to look into those hazel eyes to convince what is accepted
I am but a shell of a woman I knew
She is gone it seems
And the defiant anger angst is consumed with negativity
Breaking the cycle of heartache and dismay
What can unchain the woman from depression?
Is it a pill that slides down her throat?
Is it the needle that the nurses always resort to in healing the pain?
Is it the doctors with there indifferent reaction?
I cannot seem to get a resolution
Waiting for days where this reflection is mirrored beautifully with the silk sheet
At this moment it seems unlikely
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Author:
tinabean1212 (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2016 09:33
- Comment from author about the poem: I am writing this personal poem to express my inner turmoil. This year has caused me to reach deeper into myself then I ever wanted to. Thank you for the time in allowing me to share my feelings.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
This poem really speaks to me, thank you so much for sharing and keep writing
WELCOME TINA ~ Thanks for a very elegant poem ~ but with a very sad content. For a whole variety of reasons ~ life can become depressing and ~ alas ~ what we see in the mirror reflects what we feel inside, You share & we care ! Thinking of you and praying for you ~ Yours BRIAN
Reaching deeper is exactly what writing does. It is cathartic as well. Sending positive thoughts for your fight and also for the lovely poem.
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