in a room of mirrors

Mon, 01/13/2020 - 09:11 -- _Lynn_

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.

 

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