Half-Silvered Mirror

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Reading poetry,
only a few have broken
the Forth Wall.
When they do,
I feel the tears in me dry...
The friend I need at that moment
and the advice that’s so subtle,
it’s more than welcoming.
Because I know
without its words,
I’m not ashamed at how I feel
for someone has written their survival.

While some can manage this,
most are naïve—
admiring themselves
in the half-silvered mirror
they call your eyes.


Destined for adversity,
her crimson wings
burn wildly as she takes flight.
She takes to the sky
in her coal-colored dress—
turning flaws to ash,
freeing herself from the tears
that try to extinguish her.

Most have tried to
tame her flame,
only adding to its inferno.
And like a butterfly,
she’s admired
when she passes by—
scorching hearts and minds,
advocating change in our lives.

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Transparent Walls

Admiring someone from behind
these transparent walls
only adds to the guilt
of strengthening them.

Just when I start
to have hope,
like others before
I watch them give up and walk away.

If only it were obvious
that it wasn’t meant
to keep anyone away
nor is it my prison.

To help ease the pain,
I find a way to reinforce
the damage they did
for the next person to try.

I’ve convinced myself,
after so many failed attempts,
that I’ve closed-off my heart
when I’ve had it open this whole time.

I don’t need someone
to save me—
I want someone strong enough
to need me.

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