The Mirror of M. cCmndhd

The Mirror of M. cCmndhd

She doesn’t have a picture of what she lost

to look at from the bridge or the tree

using it to conjure a failed memory

But shattering the thought,

why she came, why she stayed,

why she persisted, and why she failed?

The silence remains, she is lost in her head

the shelves are burdened, and liable to fall

wishing she could make a call

The pain begins an apathetic glow

she walks with smiles, but cries alone

only holding photographs, and keeping her arms clean

They say “you’re stronger than you think”.

“see, you’re here in session with me”.

But when the cycle turns

the tissue holding this heavy burden

will dissappear, as the first tears fall



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