She was finally gone

I feel myself fading away.

Every cut, every tear,

every breath I take,

is another reminder,

of the things I have done.

I stand in front of the mirror,

analyzing the new me.

Who is she?

I clasp my hands around my hair,

and visualise the past.

But she was gone,

like a melting tear,

she was gone.

My eyes tighten as I realize,

she was finally gone.

Author's Note

Please review! I love to hear from the readers. Have a lovely day!

Reviews

[Malvika]

It's a great poem I really liked it.

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you!

[lightsong]

Schizophrenia I think can happen too between the old and new You, the moment of realisation when You wake up looking to Your face, anew, feeling it's over! glad it is!

[PandaPeaceful]

Great perspective! Thank you for your review!

[AcasualPawn]

So little words had so much to say, touching piece......
Keep the good work

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you very much!

[AcasualPawn]

It's my pleasure

[Derek Barnes]

This is a brilliant piece of work. Brief, but so in depth.

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you!

[RayNon 9095]

Wow! My story exactly.. It's beautiful

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you very much!

[Avia]

Wow. I would love to look in the mirror one day and say "she's finally gone" lovely piece

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you, I appreciate it!

[Chanele Siphron]

What is the theme of this poem? It's great!

[PandaPeaceful]

Thanks! The poem talks about the past and the act of letting the old self go. Have a lovely day!