Tattered Curtains

Thu, 08/07/2014 - 14:00 -- jestink

“Take a look”

She tells me, and I shake my head

Desperately wanting to clear my mind of all her encouraging words

I refuse to look at that mirror

Covered in steam and laced with jewel’s

 Because I know that she will be there

Staring back

This girl I’ve been trying so hard to ignore

Will be there

Watching me, with her bright blue eyes

Eyes that emit bravery

And a face full of wonder and belief

“No”

I faintly whisper

Because I know what she wants

This girl who’s so alive

This girl

Who’s only safe to come out when I’m all alone

“I’m afraid”

And truly I am

Of what others may think

Of what others may believe

This girl wouldn’t fit in

She wouldn’t be comfortable with the way she is

If the world saw her

“I’m so, so sorry”

I tell her and she nods

Wanting to understand

I turn my back

Whispering a quaint goodbye

And make my departure

I hide her, in the back of my mind

Where she sits behind tattered curtains

Fantasizing of the day I’ll be confident tear them down.

 

 

 

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