i watch the girl through the glass
as her life crashes around her.
there are some things
that time never heals
and some things
we refuse to ever feel.
but when our mind is quiet
these things come crawling back.
from the depths of our inner hell
they climb,
willing and ready
to tear down our lives.
and her tears begin so slowly
leaving trails down her face
like rain on a dusty window
until it is torrential
and the pain
has nowhere to go.
the flood is inescapable
and incapable of slowing
because these tears are old
and angry –
have been building
’til they’re overflowing.
i reach out to the girl
and the girl –
she reaches back.
our hands meet down the middle
of the mirror
where it cracks.
This is wonderfully written, keep up the great work! 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🌻
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Sounds very much like an inner monologue that could be portrayed in film, very much enjoyed your last few lines.
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Thank you! Some days, the words just seem to flow easier than others!
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