Thursday, November 29, 2012

House of Mirrors

Eyes closed, she stumbles from room to room.
Each obstacle meets curled shoulders as
Thoughts crash hard against her.

In moments of courage
She turns her head.
Wide eyes greet only mirrors,
And shades of herself.

She shakes her fist
And cries for the words
That once came so easily.

1 comment:

lynsey said...

my house of mirrors was full of denial, and the world i wanted to create so i didn't have to see the hard and wounded.

i love your words, and {selfishly} hope they come easier so i can read more. <3