Twisted scope of light burns bright bringing the shadows to play on her face as tears run silvered down her cheeks I stare helplessly at this stranger, this image as failure and longing swim listelssly in her eyes I see ugliness I see rage I see someone that no one will ever need tears pour like rain pool like blood soft glow of candles reflected in the glass bring shadows to play across my face and I wonder just when that person in the mirror became me
Danielle this is so powerful! You capture the moment with intense insight. I'm glad you are able to overcome .because I know the pull on the psyche not to, in this situation! Take care!!! Love, Eileen
Dearest Danielle,
What a frightening picture this paints. But I know there are times when we are overwhelmed and scared. I hope the people that read this poem realize the beautiful, loving, playful side of you. The true you of which we are so very proud.
very powerful ... i could really absorb myself into this poem ...
Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2005
wow... powerful reflection... you express your feelings very well here... I feel all of it and I've definitely been there, or if not there, someplace near it...
hope you get through this, Danielle, whatever this is...
A stark portrait of depression painted with skillful precision. If it's about you, Danielle, take it from one who's walked the pits of hell. It's a mood that often strikes artists. And this too shall pass.
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2005
I think that this is a question that only people who have had a very bad experience asks themselves. And I do agree with Chanti in her prayer.
Dear Danielle,
I don't know you but I feel for you. I don't know what is causing your sadness but you've expressed yourself here so articulately. Your writing is superb and you are obviously very talented. I pray that whatever is causing you pain lifts from you and that you are able face your image in the mirror and smile at her. Sending you a warm hug from a distance.
Love Chanti
Outstanding writing as always, but perhaps what is even more noticable is your thoughtfulness in assuring us you are OK.
Because, as you suspect, you are loved here.
John
Sweet Danielle, we all especially we poets, artists and creative people tend to go through periods of blue from time to time. Perhaps that is why God gave us the gift of word to better let out the things that truly could eat away our hearts and souls if we allow it. When you capture your feelings as expressively as you just did in this write you will be all right cause you will not be able to ignore the beauty of a red rose you see around the corner, the love of a child's arms outstretched to you or the feelings of care your friends on the den have for you.
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-j
Your poetry is very soulful and real.
Keep writing....
Ty, Dani
Thanks...Bob
What a frightening picture this paints. But I know there are times when we are overwhelmed and scared. I hope the people that read this poem realize the beautiful, loving, playful side of you. The true you of which we are so very proud.
Hugs !!
Love Tinka
hope you get through this, Danielle, whatever this is...
I don't know you but I feel for you. I don't know what is causing your sadness but you've expressed yourself here so articulately. Your writing is superb and you are obviously very talented. I pray that whatever is causing you pain lifts from you and that you are able face your image in the mirror and smile at her. Sending you a warm hug from a distance.
Love Chanti
Because, as you suspect, you are loved here.
John
Hugs,
Felix