“Writing helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write.”
— Alice Walker, author
Here’s to writing what we need to write.
Traces Of My Face
There’s a girl who bears my name
cloaked in shadows and past affairs
She’s stealing my vitality
Infringing
upon
my
air
Searching blindly, can’t catch
a glimpse
of the face I knew before
so young, so healthy, so sweet, so fair
She used to be there
behind this sober stare
But time,
it ravages
greedy
and merciless
Leaving her a stranger
In its crude and empty wake
Weathered
dry
brittle
She’s fading with each passing day
resolutely left to wonder
Is the girl still there
deep within?
Or am I just her spare?
*Image by israelbest from Pixabay.