What the Mirror Doesn't Show
Wearing the Truth Behind a Lie
By A_Skeleton_SpeaksPublished 10 days ago β’ 1 min read
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I stand beneath the winking of shaded heavens, holding fast to the brilliance of the moon
As it seizes me within its gravity and pulls me to its core
My breath is obvious against the night like the fight of a December rain and the warm air of June
Nightingales serenade the dark with a deafening hush
Oleander breath spoils my skin, infecting my veins like an inferno
The last remaining wish above darts across in a rush
Only strength I have stems from habitual obligation, I know
Kindness is seen as nothing more than a weakness, or
An invitation for something more
You don't, however, know me as you did before
About the Creator
A_Skeleton_Speaks
Formerly: Introducing Poetry
Writing allows me to release
All that holds me
Hope you enjoy the journey with me on a path to healing and growth!
Comments (1)
Kindness is often seen as weakness and it annoys me so much. Loved your poem!