Broken down,
beat down,

Heart feels pain,
mind stays the same.
Confidence replaced,
self-esteem erased.

Can’t see the beauty no more,
ugliness creeps through the door.
Undeserving of love,
Intimacy no longer thought of.

Darkness descends,
my presences offends.
Lonely is the road I travel,
as my strength begins to unravel.

Ask the mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
The reply I seem to hear,
’tis not you my dear.

Inward beauty isn’t always enough,
not when the soul feels so rough.
Longing for something, anything that’s true,
longing for love, from no one else but you.

M. A. Raven
Copyright 2013


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