Poetry

Heroine

Heroine-

An image glimpsed in the

mirror just before it shattered

into a million pieces and

the fragments cut my hands

and arms,

caused blood to seep.

 

Heroine-

The dream chased beneath a

beaming sun with outstretched

arms and breath which blew

through the branches,

whilst the air itself pulsed

and smiled with promise.

 

Herione-

The taunt used to silence me

when the magic faded and the

music tripped and slowed its beat

till I could no longer tap my

feet or feel my heart beat.

 

Heroine-

The echo as years passed by

with little luck except a

clenched jaw

as I forced myself to hear

the word I could never

concede.

 

Heroine-

A memory as

lips brush mine and eyes

reassure that

everything I dared to believe

was real,

and that girl

was never really lost.

 

Heroine-

She screams

as age old glass shards

tear through my minds eye

and all the fragments of the past

rip out and I weep

for all the horror,

all the wars,

all the blood shed.

 

Heroine-

I settle down and sense the

air about me again-

don’t need to look for the mirror

or check my pulse.

 

Heroine-

I smile back at him and

steady my pounding heart and

churning mind,

so that everything beats and taps

and spirals to the

right time.

 

Heroine-

I summon my wits and glare

into the abyss,

stare to the screen and tap my

fingers like this.

 

Heroine.

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