WALKING WITH SILENCE IN DECEMBER

There she stands; looking into the mirror

Right into the eyes that are familiar; in yet, not so

Eyes that are empty; eyes filled with nothing

Staring back at her; a face of fear, of shame

Screaming into the mirror, pounding her fist

Nothing she ever does is right… nothing

She’s searching for answers to questions that remain unasked

For fear of the truth

For fear of what it could mean

She wants to know what it’s like to love

She was told:

            “It’s like walking with silence in December

             feeling like your heart just exploded into

             millions and you don’t care enough to feel it.”

Such a foreign feeling to her

She’s never felt that

She falls

Hitting the tile floor hard

She doesn’t know who she is anymore, she never did