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Sunday 20 October 2019

Just Like Me...



She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free
Trapped beaneath the mirror’s sheen; imprisoned, lost in time
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

Someone, I’m not sure I’ve met but yet looks so familiar; someone just like me
Her words do call me like a dove from the deep canyons of her mind
She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

From the bitter edge of despair; she's lost and empty, destroyed on bended knee
She's teetering on the edge of sanity; she's fighting for her life 
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

I want to wrap her in my arms; save her from herself; reach out in empathy
Shield her from her inexorable demons; protect her from fate’s knife 
She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

She's searching for solace (of which I can relate) but if I touch her will she scream?
I want to give her shelter, a place where she’d feel safe... but would she, even, agree?
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

I'm empathic and it can be a curse; confusing others' pain with what belongs to me
I fear if I try to fix her, I may scare her... do more harm; then she'd runaway and leave
She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry