The Broken Mirror

I’ll always remember her voice

the way she’d laugh when she was little

Usually over nothing at all

Still full of innocence and love

How she’d just run and run

Until she closed her eyes at night

The hairbows and stuffed animals

Scattered across her floor every morning

Looking back, I still don’t know what changed

I also remember her laugh towards the end

Hollow and painful to hear

Her innocence gone, and starved for love

How she’d run and run from everything

And cried through sleepless nights

The papers and rope on the floor

As I walked in on that morning

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I do not know if this is a real experience, if so, I do not know how you bear it. If not, it still hits the heart of this mother with a chilling icy blast. I love your writing and just happened to see that you were in the contest. Congratulations seem odd with a poem this sad, but nonetheless, I offer them. Be well, my friend.

[streetrose]

Thank you for reading

[Tamika]

This is so sad but the story is strong, this is a good piece of writing

[streetrose]

Thank you for reading and for your kind words

[Kuro]

Painful poem about loss. Suicide has become far too common.

[Hafssa Aitelhaj]

Very touching poem tfs :) and congratulation on ur placement in thr contest :)

[streetrose]

Thank you so much! :)