Who?

I stare at myself in the mirror at times,
And make sense of who I see,
The person looking back at me,
Can at times seem like a mystery.

She’s been resilient at most,
But has broken down at times,
She’s been battered down,
Covered in invisible scars,
Nobody can touch them,
Nobody can mend them.

She looks back at me with cold eyes,
Empty and unfeeling,
You can see my life flashing through her eyes,
A window into the past,
Which has memories better left locked away,
Some happy, some better left unseen.

I can’t seem to recognise her,
Yet she is who I’ve become,
A shell of the woman I was,
With all of her confidence, pride and love,
Stripped of her,
Once called sunshine,
She now emits only darkness.

She sits there naked in front of me,
Rocking back and forth,
The same cold empty look in her eyes,
A slight tilt to her mouth when she says,
I don’t seem to recognise you.



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2021-07-13 at 06:45

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Michael R. Burch
A strong and stark poem, and a well-written one. If you are open to suggestion, I have one small suggestion, so please message or email me if you are.
2021-07-18


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerfully written and a stark portrayal of an unvarnished muse. Bravo!
2021-07-15