Her/My Reflection Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins
Her/My Reflection
I am seen as this girl that has chosen
to be the mirror in this relfection so
perfect,
but inside it's deserted but no one would notice
that the shards of the mirror pierce skin.
She sits and realizes that life comes with surprises
even when sitting being shreaded by pieces of glass,
a haunted past,
she has none,
and her family,
she has no one,
and so she's stuck with a choice of her own.
I am looking at this girl through bloodshot eyes,
yelling through the glass to not do it again,
don't make a choice and go completely mad
and put a bullet to your head.
She stares through the mirror and grins a grimace smile,
an imperfected vanity she is,
so she sits,
loveless in her bliss,
as the shards of lies cuts through her wrists.
this is so nice....lovely! ! expressive, touching, , , , wonderful!
Hi Elizabeth - thanks for contacting me - glad to oblige with a comment. Your poem tackles a subject that haunts us all (verse one) the outward CALM and the inner ANGST - how do we resolve it. In verse two you open your heart a little more - no past - no family - no hope. When we reach rock bottom (verse three) we do start a self dialogue to prevent madness and suicide - we try to talk ourselves back to sanity. All the UK teenagers I have councelled, from the brink, mention this and say in the end there was some hope some raison d'etre to choose to go on livving rather than to terminate. Sadly in verse four you reach a point of no return - the mirror offers no hope 'so she sits loveless' (Love in the end is the answer of our family - our friends - even (as a last resort?) the SAMARITANS) everyone is loved - she just had to reach out far enough - perhaps often enough? I wrote a poem about glass it has a lot to answer for! A very poignant example of very free verse. It has style and it has flow each line and each verse dragging us to a finallity we wish she had somehow avioded. We are all responsible for every teenage suicide and when one of the students in my University (or a member of Staff) took thir own life I felt even more guilty because to some extent as a member of their community I was both for it and should have been a positive agency in its prevention - facing the parents is a nightmare. Thanks for the warning! Because it contains a message for us I have scored it a MAX. Love in poetry JOHN.
oh wow! Very well written indeed. :) I think i'll give this a 9 :) Keep up the good work, girly!
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well written...I do hope though that it is better to pen out your feelings than to think of doing such...release this way is always the proper way to get it out...writing about death and suicide isn't wrong...it's an escape a way to allow yourself to say hey listen...i'm tormented and i can't handle it...read deaths door...one of mine...understandable...i write alot like you but perhaps in a more deeper aspect....thanks liz...well written again.. ~^..^