Who?I stare at myself in the mirror at times,
And make sense of who I see,
The person looking back at me,
Can at times seem like a mystery.
Sheís been resilient at most,
But has broken down at times,
Sheís been battered down,
Covered in invisible scars,
Nobody can touch them,
Nobody can mend them.
She looks back at me with cold eyes,
Empty and unfeeling,
You can see my life flashing through her eyes,
A window into the past,
Which has memories better left locked away,
Some happy, some better left unseen.
I canít seem to recognise her,
Yet she is who Iíve become,
A shell of the woman I was,
With all of her confidence, pride and love,
Stripped of her,
Once called sunshine,
She now emits only darkness.
She sits there naked in front of me,
Rocking back and forth,
The same cold empty look in her eyes,
A slight tilt to her mouth when she says,
I donít seem to recognise you.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2021-07-13 at 06:45
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