Burial

poem about mistakes

Poem

 

I came here to mourn-
So many spirits haunt this hall of mirrors.
And from within, the distortions are clearer than daylight.
This windowless wonder of a world that was never meant to exist,
Is big enough to hold my tears, which have grown to wading depth.

Today, I mean to drain off the pain.
The liquid gathered under my skin from the violent blow
Of misjudging a corner and hitting- a wall.
I saw the impact coming, yet I stood-
Frozen. Still. Allowed connection.

So the bruise formed,
And the trauma reverberated, each tremor causing
Another tiny death.
I look down; my ankles are covered.
Spirits haunt this hall of mirrors.

Today, I dared to cross the threshold,
To see what life still might exist. But all is shattered around me.
I gather fragments- alone.
And I mourn.
Then to let it rest- yet know no peace.

 

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photograph by Christopher Campbell

 

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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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  • Xidan

    Great photo with this! I suggest to cry with smiles, it is the only solution.