Cloak the Mirrors in Black Satin

Small words that cut so deep
Ominous the sound,
Inside an audible snap
Why did I not sound the knell then?

Optimism never does pay in full
Kind breath absent,
Raised the sword arm
To sever the ties
And it fell limply at my side

A wound so deep how it did pour
And I with no will to stop its flow,
Cannot meet my own eyes
Cloak the mirrors in black satin
Just keep wafting by
Fingers at my wrist

Never a day will come
Where I am absent the wish
My pride had been strong enough
To put myself first

Never have I been that girl
So high the price I pay,
So low on my knees
Head pressed to the floor,
This piece inside crying -
Lower I can go
Shove my head through the floor

There is not a place for me above
Near as I can tell
The message sent loud and clear –
We do not want you here


© Christina Nabity
Written August 6, 2012