The Mirror

the tick-tocking of the second hand on the old clock

seems to have slowed…..

or maybe stopped….

at some uncertain point or time…

as all hell breaks loose

again… in the “house”

day in….day out ,

night through….into the morning’s dew,

spoiling sunrises and sunsets,

with constant nausea from battles…

and the ticK-tocK…

ticK-tocKing reminders

of these forever unbalanced vows…

one vow of heaven & one of hell….=Two

that should have been “One”….

on into the years that passed me by….

easily roused by uncontrollable angers,

that are unBecoming of Me…

flying passed…

I quick-glanced at the mirror

noticing a reflection

and the woman I see confuses me…

I have no clue who’s looking back at me,

with her battered eyes, no smile or desire…

I stare at her questioning her unnoticed tire..

she gazes back at me in a wiry, uncaring disarray,

an unusual furiousness,

unhappily, unfulfilled misery…

I stared at her perplexed…I felt her pain…

and she looked at me as such, with attitude

like I was the one that looked rough…

I wondered what could cause her to be in such an emplacement…

what had become of this woman staring at me?

I fell downward into seat

as huge raindrops plummeted

from my dark brown eyes

I tilted my head left, looking at her,

feeling her pain

and she tilted her head with me

and she cried with me….

we stared down at the drops…..

into the puddles formed upon our laps

looking at the woman sharing my tears

in this puddle reflection….here too!!

heart-shocked!

sobbing at unrecognizable me!!

Ohh!!....

“Are you long gone?”

“Am Eye!?”

And My Inner Soul speaks,

“I tell you She’s been sleeping…withIn..

awaiting…

Your aWakening….”

“for “You” to see you…

to see the carapace  in which you’ve become…

your demeanor is his

….tone is not your own

you’ve lost Your stance

no longer floating with your heavenly  gait

& you’ve hidden sight… the Beautiful Dove that lies withIn”

surviving…

playing the role of your part …

in a house you thought would be home…

you were dressed all nice,

whispered soft delicacies,

truths revealed themselves over time

& you endured the fabrications

fighting for love that never arrived….

so You buried You withIn,

for the safety of Your Soul

& I’ve awaited the day You’d “really”  stop

look at You

So I could tell you,

Face to Face…

knowing that that Eye would knock the dust off…

awaken your pain…

arouse reality…

rewind your brain…

the time is Now:

you must see…

that physically you no longer remain

you have been broken into but a shell of a being….

surviving for the survival and pleasures of him,

gifted heartache and loneliness in return

It is up to You now….

Facing yourSelf….

You choose….

to Be a reflection of someone else

or decide if You want to Free Your Soul & release

Your Happiness….Your voice…Strength,

Your peace…..LoVingNess….

Remembering Your Smile

Sincerely,

Self

© 10/25/12 LeTisha.Woods