Self Disconnection

A Poem by Sarah Giancola

That fine line of separation That one stream of designation My hand slides, caressing my own reflection But it's your eyes I see That one diversion.  Wish I could break this view Climb through to see, is it really you? Or is this just another crazy dream, or another clue? Don't know what to believe I'm torn in this darkened hue.  A crack makes its way alone Nearly makes it all the way down But there's that one chance, that final hope I'm wanting this to last This broken line is holding on.  Tightening my fist trying to grasp that reflection Can't let it go, it's my last connection Deny this, forget my resurrection Need this to save my soul This is tearing in the wrong direction.  Taking a look back on its nights This thing staring back at me's got the strife Nothing to believe in, no dream to lead in life I blink for one second, everything is gone This was it, that was that one last fight.  And I won, I'm alive.