Soft murmur cloaked in bruised dawn,
aching eyes tracing the cool glass—
ghosts of past selves in the mirror,
never brave enough to meet her gaze.
Her face, veiled behind tangled hair,
a hiding place to lose herself,
tugging loose threads of a fractured image.
She craves that elusive beauty,
whispered in hush. Instead, she finds
debris of unsaid truths,
flaws piling like rubble,
cracks tracing unwanted paths.
"I wish I were beautiful," she dreams—
like girls just beyond her gaze,
friends and strangers glimmering
beneath the spotlight of her envy.
She watches from shadows;
their radiance a dagger's gleam,
reflections sneering back at hers.
A dream—pulling apart at the seams—
to witness a face that shimmers beyond reach,
forever just out of grasp—
yet maybe something in the haze
is quietly learning to breathe.
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- Beyond Her Gaze
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YOU ARE READING
the words I kept
Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dis...
