My Former Self
I stand there,
A shadow of who I used to be,
Alone once again
As I stare past the chalk white window,
A white figure approaches me,
Her prescence haunting me
As I look into my past's reflection,
To scared to move
In case she mirrors, Unscathed,
Unearthed, unseen for too long,
Her pale face seen upon mine in the soft glass,
Shattering as I stare past the ghost
Of me, the ghost so captured into my face,
Daunting me as she murmurs
My fierce self dampening,
The blue eyes digging deep,
Unafraid as I weep
Over the purity now past,
The torture of life began,
As an adult
Now that I am growing up.