In The Mirror

Horrid reality

 

My toughest critic faces me,

In the mirror speaking...

" I am never good enough."

Heart dropping, meeting up with my stomach.

Heart thumping-- hard against ribs

The pressure breaking them.

I break again...

 

 

"I am never good enough."
Tortured by the past...

I tried to outlast heartache.

Silly mistakes leave me feelingly useless.

Bad choices leave me feeling foolish.

"Who will save me?"

 

 

Grown woman lost in self.

Looking outside for help,

Knowing none will ever come.

She is still a latch key kid,

Always letting her own self in.

 

 

"I am never good enough."

Measuring tape never reaches...

She is so far behind.

Credit-- something she is afraid to accept.

Neglect makes it hard to receive,

that she has ever been worth anything

Beyond what she had to bring to the table.

 

 

A young body learns to put mind to sleep

As the shell of skin becomes the offering.

Inside she is still waiting to know love that doesn't ache.

From molestation to rape...

Everything she had was taken.

She told herself she wasn't breaking.

 

My toughest critic faces me,

In the mirror speaking...

" I am never good enough."

Heart dropping, meeting up with my stomach.

Heart thumping-- hard against ribs

The pressure breaking them.

I break again...

 

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Hmmm...this was hard for me to read. I think that women endure some things in this life that definitely effect their psyche in ways that it's hard for a man to understand. A woman is the highest thing we have, living and breathing (as far as I'm concerned), and we as men haven't realized that we'll never be worthy of being any higher if we don't keep holding our women up there.

Beautiful poem.

[Fantasyfairy]

This is a powerful poem. So many people will relate so much to a poem of this type. The saddness, and anger in this piece are so profound, they just reach out and grab the heart. Well done. XX

[REALIZE]

This is melancholy from the start. Though it is dark, your introspection made me empathize with the insecurities. It's interesting how human beings can feed off pain, but be scared of death. Nonetheless this drew me in.

"Grown woman lost in self.

Looking outside for help,

Knowing none will ever come.

She is still a latch key kid,

Always letting her own self in."

Wonderfully written. I felt that the most. But this definitely rung bells for me.
good write, love

[Choosing Life]

I got the inspiration from a Disney song... Journey To the Past...