She

 

She stares through me.

Eyes of gray.

Skin pale white.

She is tired and alone.

Circles outline her eyes.

A smile escapes her.

Lips part.

She has something to say.

She is afraid to speak.

Her beauty unique.

Can you see her soul?

Look closely.

There is pain and sadness.

Her past haunts her.

Her future fears her.

She is but a mystery.

Who is this woman?

 

She is…

a mother,

a child,

a friend,

a sister,

a lover.

 

She is me.

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

it all comes out of sadness and loneliness,when you were saying those about this some one i knew it was you,my God it must feel really lonely ,life was not so good,but i know you are tough enough go through ,i see the fighter spirit in you...very sweet words

[Angel's Lady]

She is afraid to speak.
Her beauty unique.

Leaving us all much to ponder...
Good job.

[T]

another heart rendering poem, Mysty ... wonderfully penned ... hugs

[Staci Brown]

hon there's nothing wrong with this piece you've penned! it moves at just the right pace and breathes gently to the reader..., a glimmer of the answer to this mystery woman: you.

i'm so happy i seen a couple of your reviews on LaceyJane's work and was curious enough to find out who this Mysty Rayn was..., i'm enjoying your work. you have so much depth in your words, maybe its the life you've lived that reaches thru your words and i'm able to feel a kindred spirit in you...

Faerie Blessings!

--faerie whisper (breaking the silence...)

[Christopher Marlowe]

This may need some work, which I will relate in an e-mail.

FC

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Wow. Very beautifully penned. Thank you for sharing and for entering my contest. Debileah

[laceyjane23]

very nice! i really enjoyed this poem, keep on writing!
laceyjane