A Mirror of Shattered Hope

Right next to that room with the pretty white lace curtains

I found you next to the toilet one rainy afternoon

Laying there with your mouth dirty and your lips cracked and bleeding

You rested immobilized, your energy deficient

being slowly consumed by the abyss. You were Seventeen.

I observed through the glistening mirror of a waterfall,

the way you shattered yourself, the way it corroded

every part of your being, dirtying the beautiful soul

that lay dormant within you. Standing at the door,

I tried to reach out to help you, but the world upon

my shoulders became too heavy all of a sudden. You were Seventeen.

There was a world of prospects. An array of

possibilities

just waiting for you to come by, and pick them like wild daisies

dispersed along a field. I remembered the happy moments,

the laughter we once shared, like sisters we were. You were Seventeen.

I once more pulled you up, carrying you upon my shoulder; I laid

you upon your bed, a simple task now I've done it time and time again,

you tried to explicate once more why this had been choice,

I yearned for you to be silent; my eyes pleading once more to you.

Slumber came suddenly, unfeeling, ever gentle. I watch as you lay there, sleeping once again.

You were seventeen.


A/N: Hello everyone well, this is my little poem it's modeled after Fifteen by William Stafford. Hope you enjoy reading it. Please send me some feedback and if you know any publisher that might want this poem on a book well let me know. Im j/k about the last part but you never know right?

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