Author: Brenda Gisell Garza
There she sits all alone
without a dry tear to be seen.
Tears just flowing on
and on like an never
Her graceful yet fragile face,
once pale now red.
Red from the tears
that the world has
caused her to cry.
I try to walk towards her
but I am stopped by a force
that is just to unexplainable.
I try to scream
and get her attention
but I am to far away
she can't hear me.
As I look closely I see
that it isn't just any little girl it 's me
and the unexplainable force
is just the mirror
with my reflection
looking back at me.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Tammy (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, June 6 2004, 03:25 am|
This poem is truely great!!!!!
|Charmaine (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, June 6 2004, 04:31 am|
This poem is indeed fantabulous! Great job!
|Brenda (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, June 9 2004, 03:10 am|
Thank you both for your kind words
|Tarna (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, June 10 2004, 01:38 am|
reaching out to be your own friend. Telling yourself it will be alright.. You are closer than you think... great poem..
|jerry (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, June 13 2004, 05:29 am|
I loved your poem it is very touching keep up the work
|bob (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, March 17 2006, 01:45 am|
i lAOve this poem iit is so cute it reminds me. . .
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