If I am honest,
this newfound freedom is just a blind thought
that is good at blurring the lines.
I will never be collateral free
long enough for anyone to ever love me.
The mirror may reflect how strong she seems to be,
but the shadow behind her hides the contrast
of how hard she is on herself
whenever life strikes her down.
I am too beyond lost,
I think I've crossed over my own tipping point.
If you take away the veil,
all that is left is her hard side,
still holding on to her own promise
of being devoted to being different,
to being the one who never allowed
love to be part of her world.
With no sun surrounding her winter ,
she can't even dance with her own shadow.
Loneliness offers a false comfort,
the safety of keeping your heart unfilled,
yet secretly she whispers poetry
with ink that bleeds the truth between each line.
