Lifes' Cycle Poem by Giselle Joseph

The past reflects through a mirror
as the sand slowly seeps
through an hour glass.

On the wall her portrait hangs unfinished
like an old structure
being bulldozed.

A smile you once knew
witty and bright
becomes a light bulb
blown.

Her self esteem brutally battered
travelled places no other has been
walking in shoes
without a sole.

A heart so long caged
tread waters
like slaves
bonded by shackles.

Memories being relived
like recycled objects
cobwebbed on shelves
today, tomorrow
and so it continues.