I think I’m starting to feel a little better about this whole poetry thing. Maybe by the end of two weeks, I’ll actually enjoy it. Oh… I crack myself up.
Shall we play ‘guess my mood today‘?
She smeared her lips with lipstick
And arranged her hair just right,
But no one would even notice.
None of it mattered tonight.
She knew this day was coming
And thought she would be ready,
But when she tried to walk away,
Her knees became unsteady.
She begged herself to be strong –
‘Do not cry. Don’t fall apart.’
She took a deep, long, healing breath
Tried to slow her racing heart.
She looked at her own face then
And smiled at what she saw.
The blue eyes staring back at her
Were not her eyes at all.
He had slowly slipped away.
She accepted he was gone.
But in the mirror on her wall,
She could see that he lived on.
‘You have your father’s eyes.’
She had heard those words for years.
Suddenly not so alone,
She wiped away her tears.
When she stepped out of the room,
A smiling girl stood before her.
She saw the very same eyes
When she lifted up her daughter.
~Writing 101 | Poetry | day 2