Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

liar, liar

i paused, reflecting
on the steps i’ve been neglecting
to push harder, move closer
rise higher – i’ve been forgetting
that my mind is often
a crafty liar, making me see with
eyes that leave me feeling
raw and hollow
as i look in the mirror at
that slice of reality
staring back at me, and it wonders
what’s going on inside her? 
because i’m not even sure
if i’ll ever fully know how to heal
those shadows that sleep restlessly
in my shaking hands and bones

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