Your truth broke me, right when the clock hit three. Your truth came back to haunt me, to tell me what could have been. Oh, if only I had been perfect, but I crumble at the sound of the truth. Now you wrap me with open arms, and fill me with quiet strength to hear … Continue reading My Truth
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The Secret
My mind is restless; my feet are tapping, waiting for twelve fifteen. I rush outside, to sit beside you, underneath the maple tree, behind that broken fence, standing on your humble grounds. I look at you - in silence; in stillness; it is ordinary. Here, where our eyes meet, to sing the same song, for … Continue reading The Secret
Reflection on the Wall
When I was thirteen, I sat in front of my mirror once, twice, too many times, seeking assurance that my reflection still looked pristine. I looked at the girl behind the glass, a little confused, I asked, who should I be? My mirror answered and showed me the face all wanted to emulate. I saw … Continue reading Reflection on the Wall
