She walks through the rain...
she walks through her door...
she sets her bag down...
walks to her bathroom...
she looks at her self in the medicine
cabinet mirror,
she sees a pail brown eyed brunet,
she balls up her hands and swings at the mirror
and hits it as hard as she could,
blood and glass every where,
she screams with pain,
the pain of loneliness and sadness and hate in her self.
penning a sequence of self-defeating behavior followed by the culprit....an advocacy of reminder....reminding me of why I wrote my poem 'Veracity'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the emotion in this poem. I can really feel the pain you are describing.