She looks back at me...
I plaster on my smile
Her sad eyes stare back unsmiling
I look away
It is too painful to bear
I look in the mirror
She resolutely stares back
I break into a sob
She holds my gaze
I dry my tears
She strengthens me
I look in the mirror
She half smiles at me
My eyes twinkle back in return
She breaks into a grin
And I laugh back at her
We nod our heads in unison
She is me
And I am her...
Together
We can weather
Any storms
That life may bring
11 comments:
nice g
You look stunning as always :)
Shah Naz
muaa personification !
Majid
Thank you as always my friend- for everything!
learning to share and express than evade and supress.how magical must the moment feel!
It is "She"....But even quite a long time before "She" is what i miss
She
may be the face I can't forget
a trace of pleasure I regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay
she may be the song that Solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hounded tearful things
within the measure of the day.
She
may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heave or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dream
a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem
inside as shell
she who always seems so happy 'n proud
who's eyes can be so private and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that I remember till day I die
She
may be the reason I survive
the why and where for I'm alive
the one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
me I'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes I got to be
the meaning of my life is
(OST Notting Hill)
Our soul will not let us forget or suppress... And our body keeps score of everything. Better to face it all and heal :)
I really enjoyed your comments
☺️😘
This one brought me to tears and I let them fall unhindered as I sat in my noisy coffee shop-
Many thanks for writing
i enjoy every bit of your beautiful prose.more than that ,i ponder it..i begin to feel it.and thank you for that
Zoona-
I write for me and for you...
I am honored you can connect with my words. :)
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