Placing the mug gently beside her
She sits alone in silent reverie
Observing at a distance,
One might think she was about
To share some great truth.
Her lips poised as if to speak to no one.
Nobody hears her these days
So she exists day by day
In the little piece of earth
That has became her sanctuary.
Pondering her latest rebuff
She swallows back the tears of shame
And the rage that always followed.
She scoffed at their need for friendship
Which she deemed to be so hollow.
She had friends once, good friends
The kind that heard her when she spoke
About the things that hurt her.
About the monsters from her past that
We’re charging back towards her.
Threatening to tear the ground up
From beneath her unstable feet.
She called out for someone
To catch her, before she fell into the deep
Dark earth.
But after so many stumbles
There was no hand to catch her
And down she fell.
Deep into oblivion.
Returning to the surface as a shell.
She sits alone in silent reverie.
Observing from a distance
You wait for her to speak her truth
Day by day she fades further
Back into her oblivion.
About the Creator
Alexandra Sheader
I like to root for the underdog, find the beauty in the weird. Introvert, observer, people watcher, thinker and all round quiet person. But I still have a voice and a unique point of view. Life experience has given me the toughest armour.
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