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Nicole Young Poem
Mirrors in a fun house
Mirrors in a store.
Mirrors all around us… All they want is more.
Five, Ten, Fifteen… MORE
Twenty, Thirty, Forty… GALORE
One after another, after another and so on.
Looking in the mirror just staring back at me.
Horrible, Amazing, Guilty as charged.
They store, and they talk, and they walk all amongst.
But how do we know… When we see what we are?
The terror, Intimidation, the no going back.
All lost and stolen engraved in our minds.
The peace and the pity all left it behind.
Gone into the shadows.
The mirror is where they lie.
Copyright © Nicole Young | Year Posted 2010
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Nicole Young Poem
As you wait, think…
“Should I do this?” It’s what they all ask.
But in a single moment…
They realize… It’s the only way to get rid of the pain.
The knife is raised.
As you put it to your wrist, you think about all of
The people that have wronged you,
Stolen from you, and who will never return. Your eyes closed…
Full of anger, you feel yourself…
Push down and pull.
The warm blood rushing down your arm.
You lose anger… The pain is gone.
Your spirit enlightened.
Copyright © Nicole Young | Year Posted 2010
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