Through the Looking Glass

As though she were dying, living was a constant struggle. The sound of teenage girls laughing and a newborn babe cry. These things brought beauty to her eye.

Smelling flowers and fresh cut grass. Looking at all the colors through a beautiful looking glass.

The colors of the leaves and fruit that they bear. Of all these things she really did care.

But because she was not living she was dead inside. The feelings of self-hatred and deprivation would not subside.

So into the bed she lay with strife. Cursing the world for not living her life.

Reviews

[Valentine]

You have some very moving lines in this. It might have read better with the lines that rhyme on top of each other. Valentine

[Barbara Borel]

I was also thinking the same. I was so very exhausted when. I wrote and kept trying to adjust that 1st part. I finally gave up for sleep lol. I can go back and edit. I like that option on here