Gazing numbness through panes of weathered glass
Reflect unrecognizable imagery of a woman far gone
Cracked skin covers dried up veins that ran warm with blood
in a once beating heart, now cold and broken
Salt filled tears slowly falling onto sunken cheeks
that rest above her slanted mouth struggling to smile
Thoughts linger, night sets, and time passes by as the darkness unravels
baring its teeth as to gnaw away at her soul
Hope is a distant memory and dreams remain shattered
Struggling to hold up her head, the lifeless woman looks at the clock
Another painful day spent in dark solitude
Doorbells chime in unison with ringing phones without answer
What difference would the sound on the other end make?
Hunger is wasted on her, as she will not commit to such a pointless act
Why bother feeding something that’s dying?
All in her head, it’s all in her head they said
But how can one feel like their dead if it’s all in their head?
Pill bottles scatter her bedside; laundry covers her floor
She tries no more
In dreams she finds a glow of light,
a better place that guides her; she holds on tight
“Don’t wake me”, she screams,
“it’s too real out there, for me to care
I like it better here”
Closing her eyes she drifts back to there
Someone’s coming is it real or a dream? Her mind stuck in between
“You are needed,” says a voice “You have still much to give you must live,” says the voice.
“You must live”.
A child walks in, her heart begins beating again,
she opens her eyes, she lets it all in
The little girl snuggles her, and holds onto her tight
Rocking back and forth, the woman, she cries
Breathing hard in and out as the pain slowly subsides
The child within is the hope she had lost
As she struggles to stand, to embrace life at all cost
“There’s still much to do,” she whispers wiping the tears from her eyes
Putting the brush to her hair, she gives life another try.
