Reflection

By Charlene Flanagan

Tue, 01 Dec 2009
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Who is that girl, where does she go?
Does anyone know her name?
She’s wandering lost, painfully slow,
Everyday just the same.
Expressionless, without a smile
Her eyes all filled with tears
Unaware what brings the lonely mile
Now stricken with worry and fears

She’s trying to hide away the doubt
She’s lost her voice and cannot shout
Who is that girl, the one I see?
Vacantly staring back at me?
I know her name, behind the lies
That girl is me, the one that cries

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Submitted by Bern on
Beautifully put and very sad. We've all been there and,when we were, we did'nt know that time would heal. Hope you came through it OK Bern

Bern

Submitted by Charlene Flanagan on
Thank you.. I'd like to think I got throught it unscarred but I can't really say for sure because every now and then I doubt myself and get insecure..

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I echo Bern's comments, entirely. Very poignant. Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
"I know where you're coming from", as they say. Tina