The rainy day felt bitter on her tongue
The window was open, not by choice
Broken glass lay on the floor
Shards waiting to be picked up
It was on of those days it felt like she was walking on broken glass
Outside the window lies a picture frame,
Perfectly broken with a life time of memories
Cuts with slivers of glass slicing into the flesh
nothing could feel worse
Lost in a whirlwind of anger and grief
Water pools around the picture, forming a puddle
emerging it under water
She is drowning
Nothing is gaining from what she's lost
Just feelings misconstrued, a fight between lovers
Ending with a suitcase by the door and another night to herself
She thinks of the bruises forming on her shaken body
Her story remains unheard, she still loves him
She will always go back to him
No, this is not a case of domestic violence in her mind
This is what happens when opposites attract
About Me
- Michelle Tedford
- I am currently 21 years old. I've had a surplus of blogs and been a part of a writing communities but this is my area to share to you my poetry. Writing to me, is my way of life. It's my form of expression and it takes the shape of words beautifully crafted together. My poetry reflects on a lot of how I feel and my personal experiences. I hope to bring people together by sharing my words. I write and I want to be published some day or well known in the writing community. I have hopes and dream like every other person and it's all a part of the mass hysteria of my abnormal life.
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