in a room of mirrors
Trapped
inside of self-reflection
Bombarding
questions
I don’t know the answers to -
That I don’t want to know the answers to.
shut your eyes
if you don’t see it
it’s not there
Perhaps
we’ll be able to pretend forever
that
you are made up
of sunny-day quilts
and sloppy metaphors
You tap
my shoulder insistently
Praying
that I’ll finally
face you
crushed
under everything
buried
So
your touch feels like annoying cold flashes
I shudder under
Your
Observation
maybe
I’ll never be happy
never be beautiful
never be enough
I’ve always loved to run
knowing I’ll never be faster
But that
I won’t have to think
in the midst
of
Burning calves and
Lungs
Mirrors
to the soul
eyes are
Treacherous parts
of human anatomy;
you look so much smaller than you feel
Terrified
draining
away
Forgotten after-thoughts
in an unfinished poem
Helplessness
a hard held virtue
close your eyes
Make a wish
bravery
courses through your veins
Show me the
way you used to dance
Through
life
Darling,
you aren’t
helpless
You aren’t a metaphor
an answer to what and why
You are just
a little girl
With scarred hands
and tired thoughts
of how you can save the world;
You do not have to drown under expectations
to show that you mean
Something
nudge closer
To beauty
with those words,
you’ll soon learn to paint
onto endless pages
your eyes
are a
Beautiful
terrifying blue;
you’ll learn to love every part in time.