Traces of heart


It took only a moment to read
Two hundred ninety-five words
But in that span of realization
It became clear she had nothing to offer

No fantastical tales of life experiences
No skill of any significant usefulness
Nothing to make anyone take real notice
Or sit alone with only their memories of her

Years of waste, pain and regret
She bears the wounds of time and things past
Once viewed as badges of honor
Fade with the years becoming just scar tissue

A mark on the world she once thought to leave
Captured in images and words as she sees
With a shift of perception she knew her own truth
Within a single mirrored heart she longed to leave it

©2013 jillterry │

Published by jill

Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words...

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