What happens when a teenage girl loses her mother?
She sits there, broken, with a tear stuck on her cheek. She sways through the shadows, a smile always lit her face. A smile hiding her broken spirit.
She walks on broken glass, shadows surrounding her. A smile covering her face. Waiting. Wanting for something to happen, anything. To break this daze, this fog covering her true self. The shadows around her, say she's strong, blunt even. She doesn't believe them, is she actually strong, truly? Or is she just going to blow up? Like a flame mixed with gas, expected to explode. She doesn't know how to act or how to feel. Numb. Frozen. Dazed.
Leaning on music, books, and movies rather than people, wanting to escape. She's lost herself and doesn't know where to be found.
Night. Reflecting the stars and Moon, her Mum and herself favourite sight. She now fears. She fears the darkness, the nightmares that haunt her, the breath that has been sucked out of her. Drowning in sorrow, in grief. A hollowness found within her chest. Unfilled. Broken.
The anger has surfaced. The hate of weakness. The need to be strong, fearless, emotionless takes over. She can't control it anymore. She's stuck on a train taking her on a path she doesn't want, but where does she want to go? She does not know.
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PoetryMy mum past away April this year... Poetry to me is my outlet, my way of expressing myself, my way of coping with the intense feelings I endure at times. This is a side of me I don't show to those around me, and yet oddly enough I find myself postin...
