Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Reflection




She couldn’t help but to notice her own reflection in the bathroom mirror.
It’s not as if she avoids her clone, she often looks but she does not want to see.  She doesn’t want to see the pain that she feels everyday.

She stops and leans closer to the piece of glass.  She can barely recognize the woman looking back at her.

Her green eyes aren’t as bright as they used to be.  The sparkle that had once resided faded immediately.

People used to say that they could see her soul glowing through her eyes.

What do they see now?

She knows it isn’t completely dark.  However, there are shadows that gloom with in her.

Her mind rushes back to a memory of what her eyes and soul used to look like before her life changed forever.

As the memory fades, she forces herself to open her eyes. She glares at the single tear that skims down her pale face.

The pain has certainly taken a toll on her appearance, not only her eyes also her face and her hair.  She used to love her hair.  She runs her fingers through her hair; it isn’t as soft as it was.  The color no longer has the coppery under tone.  It is bleak and lifeless just like her mood.

She strokes her hollow cheek where it once glistened with beautiful color.
The color of love the color of life.

She rubs over and over hoping to scrub away the lifeless feeling.  She feels nothing only numbness.

Her slender hand slides down to her chest, she closes her eyes to concentrate on the sound.  She can no longer feel it, she has to listen.  The trench that once held her heart is empty.  It beats only because it has to; her mind forces it to keep going.  She knows it trembles with every passing day.

She steps back from the mirror; taking a deep breath, she wipes away the single tear.

She gave herself one year, one year to be what she felt.

Today, marks the one-year point, she gives herself a small but sincere smile.

The doorbell rings, it awakens the woman she no longer wants to be.



(This post is purely fictional)

18 comments:

  1. Very well written, but kinda scary. I'm so glad it's fictional and not you. ;)

    S

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    1. scary? LOL.. no def not about me!

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    2. Oh I'm glad it's not about you! I love the writing and the sadness that enveloped me as I read.

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  2. "It's not as if she avoids her clone..." Loved that line! And I think you might be writing about me, though I have brown eyes...

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  3. I remember being that lifeless person in the mirror...thank God I left her behind me.
    Beautiful, yet terribly sad.

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  4. This was my favorite line, "The trench that once held her heart is empty" Imma go vote for you! Well done, darlin'!

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  5. It is heartbreaking and as we get older, we start really noticing (and not always liking) the changes the mirror is showing us. Beautifully written.

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  6. As I'm learning, everything about our bodies changes so much as we age. For example, I learned from my stylist that our hair becomes coarser and dryer! Eek!

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  7. This is so very sad. Very good writing.

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  8. What I love about all these comments is, I've noticed that people interpret this different ways. I LOVE THAT!!

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  9. Mirrors can be scary things, and I think you captured that well with your words here!

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  10. I was so relieved to see that this was fictional. Those were some heavy words there Missy! Being able to create those types of emotions/feelings is the mark of a great writer. Well done!


    Penny at Green Moms and Kids
    http://greenmomsandkids.wordpress.com

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  11. I interpreted this woman's battle to be physical, as well as emotional. An illness with little hope. ???
    The last line, to me, is the best. It's tantalizing and cryptic and lends a certain dot-dot-dot that every good story should have.
    Well done.

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  12. WOW!!! Poignant and takes my breath away...

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  13. Well-written. I think I've seen this woman before. I think I've tried to help her, but probably failed.

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  14. Hi Ellen! I nominated you for a Liebster Award! If you'd like to participate, head on over to my page :)

    http://littlemayberrylife.blogspot.com/

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