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Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Reflection.


Now traumatised by silence,
Engulfed in self pity,
All that her reflection showed her,
was her pain,
her anxiety,
her submission.
How could she stoop so low?
"Pull yourself, woman!", he'd scream.
She'd let him ruin her wholly.
There wasn't a part of her left,
that wasn't screaming for help.
The mirror reflected her angst,
her loss,
her standing.
Her heart was breaking,
bit by bit,
into pieces, that she couldn't assemble,
into parts, that were lost forever.
Her innocence, her charm, her spirit,
all dead.
She was vulnerable.
What was she waiting for?
For someone new, to come and break her completely?
She had lost once, not again.
As she drank the last remnants of the bottle,
it was peace at last.
The reflection was dying,
and so was she.

5 comments:

Beyond Horizon said...

Pain and angst of a soul nicely reflected through your words...

Sourav C. Pandey said...

Feelin' that it's gone
Can change your mind
If we can't go on
To survive the tide love divides

Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you..

The Silhouette said...

Hey, Hi

Just came across your blog while browsing. Beautifully expressed...raw emotions, pain and anger being the purest of it...

Loved it...

Regards,
The Silhouette...

Deepika Vasudeva said...

oh.. suffering of a traumatic soul... there's nothing she can do about it except wait.. isn't it?.. though there's no certainty that the 'awaited' will be of use.
painful...

Fatima said...

Just came across your blog and its amazing!

The pain was beautifully expressed and felt right from the soul...

Nice lines loved it!

Take Care,
Fatima