“This too will pass.”
They said to me
A century ago.
I waited, and still am.
I look at that staring dark image in the mirror.
But I only see blood
That reminds me of the honey I once tasted,
Scares
That remind me of the beauty I once felt,
Hell
That reminds me of the heaven I once lived in,
Pain, tears, agony and suffering
That remind me of the love
That once wrapped me so close,
So tenderly and warmly away from the world.
But now
I have none to hold me
But my cold, trembling arms.
I have nothing to do
But to throw dust upon my merciless wound;
To hide it.
But it is still there,
Hungry for more blood to consume.
I break my mirror
And it falls to pieces before my eyes.
And I wonder: “Can I put it to one piece again?”
I hear no answer back
But that compassionate
“This too will pass”.
Will it?!!!