The Mirror’s Echo
You’re not home anymore
It doesn’t sit well
In my stomach…
The way you look
Back at me
With uninspired eyes.
With a matte gaze
That somehow reflects
The unanswered questions
You hold inside.
The way you don’t feel
Like home anymore,
Just a husk that holds
The congealed blood
Of everything that was.
The way disappointment
Has shoveled your scowl
Into a recess
Where frustration hides.
The way your complexion
Has become
Just as ashen
As your direction.
And yeah,
I know there is always hope
That someday
You’ll look back at me
Without wearing
All the uncertainties
On the outside
And I will recognize
In your eyes
The energetic girl
I once knew
With all the hopes
And dreams
Of endless possibility.
But today…
Today the way
The mirror echoes
The unknown,
The tired,
The empty…
It just doesn’t sit right
Within me.
About the Creator
Tessa Glasgow
35. Stay at home mom. Dark Poetess
IG: @deadofnightpoetry
My debut poetry collection, “Wildfire From Hell: Poetry and Prose,” is now available on Amazon.
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