Self- Portrait
My transparent eyes are
windows to a
broken soul.
I'm only as small as
you make me feel.
Beneath the cracked ribcages
lies the remains of a heart that was
too cold to beat.
Arms that never held.
And so they fell.
She lies there.
A body I should but do not recognize.
Wearing a dress that she
did not own.
I see her now as though she were
a distant dream.
People once told me to envision my funeral.
I do not see the actual service.
I see her after.
After whatever words were said.
Whatever water fell.
I look at her and I see but a shell.
Hollowed out by natural causes.
Or possibly forced.
I didn't watch this either.
We no longer belong to each other
I and this shell.
This is how she was-
small and frail.
I am no longer here.
Human dignity+ Cmpassion= Peace