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