Mellifluous Murmurs

Pitch Black

I was captured in a ray of light

as I looked up onto the mirror.

How can I accept myself in such detail,

such misery, 

such..remorse.

In what way can I, 

a soul of pitch black, 

be stuck within glistening innocence

behind those beautiful pearl brown eyes?

How can this be?

I can't stand myself.

I can't shed a sinless tear.

I can't revive my dignity.

I can't recall my faith.

I can't just simply

stick the puzzle pieces

back together..

Not without a strength, 

a designated strength. 

Not without my heart's acceptance, 

not without my will.