I stare into the mirror
but the face that meets me isn’t my own.
She’s a stranger wearing my skin,
a nameless figure.
Her countenance haunted by a pain she cannot hide.
Her reflection once known is now a vestige.
My spark now seems too far lost in her eyes.
The wounds she buried deep begin to grow,
like seeds silently planted in my mind.
She tries to heal but with each attempt,
another piece of me fades away.
Her agony proliferates,
as my once persistent spirit slowly decays.
She’s the shadow of my person
Growing stronger over the years
A phantom of my being,
lost in the quiet of my fears.
Her essence, a distortion of what I once was.