Reflection

Why does the reflection in the mirror fill me with so much hate and dread. I've never been a fan of mirrors, ironically my spouse is obsessed with them, every hallway, every turn, every room I try to avoid looking, but they are everywhere. I fill empty inside like there's a gaping whole inside that grows like weeds in a garden trying so hard to defeat them but they just come back. I could never have imagined just how unbearable losing you would feel The days pass, but the wounds fester Each day it gets harder and harder to even make it out of bed. I fear we will never meet again. You were kind, full of life, giving, you were my angel If anyone belongs in heaven it's you. As for me, well each day I fall further into the darkness My soul is a smoldering pit of burning pain. I'm so afraid you are looking down on me ashamed, all you thought me, everything you gave. You raised me to be strong, and I've let it all go to waste.