Reflection
Reflection
The white tiles watch in agony
as my tears mirror the glass.
The air now suffocated with my screams,
taps running wild and free
and the door insulates my hushes pleas!
Long nights of disappointments and
crying nights of pain and hurt.
Unvoiced nights of escapism and
grieving nights of loss and betrayal.
My go-to place - the know-it-all.
I glance back and It reveals
a vulnerable, hurt and lost being.
I breathe in and let it out -
the doubts, the insecurity and the pain.
Slow, measured calm
spreads across the canvas
and I pluck around what's left,
the wits and my strength.
Wiping it clean,
I give me a last look.
Risen, renewed, revived -
the phoenix flies again.