Girl, Unknown

I don't know the girl in the mirror, the reflection of a stranger.

I find her every day though, staring back at me.

Always with those same eyes.

Eyes full of everything, eyes full of nothing.

Days, becoming increasingly rare,

I catch the slightest glimpse of a fire still burning.

Although it lies far beneath a frozen surface.

Ever so faint, gradually fading to ash and ember.

Yet despite all, a fire still remains.

Wanting something more.

Longing for new life, another beginning.

Needing the hope she lost so long ago, among the bare fields within her mind.

Fields where wars have been waged, battles fought but never conquered.

The enemy, robbing pieces of her soul with every one of its victories.

War trophies for it, battle wounds for her.

The vast array of scars tattooing her body becomes her own, private collection of war medals.

She's lost but still searching.

Losing but still fighting.

Darkness seems eternal, consuming the hopes of a new dawn.

But a fire burns on.

Hidden away from the world, protection for such a fragile flame.

A faint flicker of light it may be.

But even a dim candle in the heart of a cold night is enough to guide a broken spirit home.

Offering a tiny sparkle of light against the sheer blackness, that all is not lost.

A sliver of hope still remains.

To a wounded soul, that sliver means everything.

And with it holds the weight of life or death.

And as I peer into those eyes every day, they've become more vacant and cold.

Lost in the depths of her own chilling mind.

But fierceness I've felt, an unrelenting will I've seen.

Although the eyes shed tears of surrender, and the skin bleeds in defeat,

A field forever stained of crimson, awaits to be set ablaze.

I don't know the girl in the mirror.

But there's a girl who lives within that mere reflection on glass.

And she's readying herself.

Preparing for yet another war, another battle.

One, which will ultimately become the fight for her life.

Let it burn,

Setting her fire free to ignite a pure power and force that's buried deep within.

Flames lighting a fuse, launching high above balls of glory, rockets of triumph.

Shattering darkness, exploding over the sky of a breaking dawn.

Long awaited.

Light,

At last.

Reviews

[Allycat]

Beautiful. Amazing. Incredible. I love how you incorporate fire into this poem :) Please continue writing, you have a great talent! :D

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Aww thank you so much, that means a lot! Especially because most of my writings have a darker theme to them and any time I try to share them with family, they just totally don't understand and don't like the dark themes so I can never get any sort of positive feedback. It's quite frustrating sometimes!

[Allycat]

no problem :) I personally like dark writing more, it has a lot of depth to it that lighter writing can't express.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

I totally agree! Plus I find when I'm in the depths of depression or personal struggles, it's not really a time when I find an urge to write about daisies and butterflies and rainbows. lol

[Allycat]

haha true! It's better to write how you feel in that moment, because then the writing is more heartfelt and more real :) I can feel lots of emotions in all of the poems I've read of yours

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Well thanks :) I really enjoy reading your writing, definitely good pieces. Keep writing! I look forward to reading more.

[Allycat]

Thank you! same goes for you :D

[rnuff]

goodness such an emotional tugging write. Deep well expressed.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you!

[Kelsey]

Beautiful.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you :)