REALISATION

• Meggan Walker, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

Feel the drops that warm your skin,
mingle with your tears.
you sob for the life she led,
consumed by her fears.
the mirror gazing back at her,
reflects the face you wear,
everything that she was,
is hidden in your stare.
a shadow of her former self,
wrapped in your skin,
you are the one you mourn,
with every raindrops din.
you are the girl who is dead,
you mourn your every breathe,
youcant understand how you sent her soul,
slowly to its death.
the reflection in the mirror,
shatters under your fist,
you cry for all your ignorance,
you cry for all you missed.
you are living her nightmare
you have become your own hate,
and there is nothing you can do to stop it,
this is her untimely fate.