Jagged Reflection

My reflection does not lie,

The evidence is clear-

I see the scars, wounds, and tears.

I consider the pain, filth, and lies as

 I see the bruises, still fresh and blue.

I remember the splash of blows-

Having each brutal stain left on my soul.

 

I know my skin is now satin soft

I know there is no crimson smear

To mar my face or body this day.

No swollen limbs, no black eyes to hide

No need to fear, or scream inside.

But you can't imagine what my life used to be.

 

Battered spirit, swollen eyes

Bloodstained clothing to match

My bloodstained life.

Fear my companion, dread my retreat

My soul fragmented by death's living heartbeat.

Suffocated, drowning, dying each day-

 

You didn't know me - not as I was then.

So excuse me if I see a different reflection-

The one mirroring the image as I looked yesterday

Sharp. Serrated.  Ragged. Torn.

The jagged reflection of a soul's demise

Locked in the mind's reflection, forever inside.

 

 

K. Mercy Sides

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Reviews

[Ami N.]

Wow. What a deep and full of emotion piece. I loved the line "Having each brutal stain left on my soul" and the ending was just amazing. Wonderful poem!