Dear reflection
Dear reflection,
As you are still, you seem so far away,
hollowed eyes with an abundance of nothingness to say,
Yet power lifting as if you are sun-flooded with strength,
The voices you held a tight chain on, have begun to cave in,
shriveled up in your silence, dried up patience,
wearing a trail of salt behind the face of war,
like the night with a sky full of clouds yet emptiness,
It’s as if you’ve drowned in the efforts of convincing,
and caving in has been a toxic pain to live in,
to be the piece of object that brings stability underneath the legs of a table,
Forget what you dream for, do what you’re made for,
solutions appear much clearer challenging the edges of a blade,
You have slept with spine baring strains while it was not meant for,
forged shapes of hope without the canvas to paint on,
Seasoned soul in a violent form,
I hope one day all your labor outlay the love you’ve shown.
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