My Poetry
The Ritual
Every day of her life
She wakes to the same feelings
The feeling of being scared and alone
And of wanting something different
The same routine as always,
going to the mirror
Only to stare back at a reflection
she no longer cares for
A reflection she hoped would no longer be there
A tall, skinny, girl is
standing there,
looking at her
But the reflection she sees is not that at all
It is her inner voice staring back at her
It is her inner fear.
Slowly realizing herself is the
same
as it has been everytime she looks in that mirror
She goes to her hideout
Her secret place of happiness and shame.
It sits there, the bowl of
tears
As if it were God
And, He himself would be there with her
Leaning over her as she cries
He would be there to wipe her tears.
And so goes another day
of feeling scared and alone
and being just the same.
By Kari Woiden
The Mirror and Me
When I look into the mirror
I see a distorted picture of
a person I once knew
When I look into the mirror
I see childhood happiness washed
away by adolescent rage
When I look into the mirror
I don't see the girl who's
really looking back at me
When I look into the mirror
I only see what I think and
want to see
I see the real me.
By Kari Woiden
Untitled
He is chasing me
I awake screaming
Screaming so hard
My room is spinning
I stop
Everything is silent
Too silent
My hands are clasped to
my sheets
It was another nightmare
I hope
My eyes slowly fall back
into my head
I sleep
Dreaming of blue sky and clouds
I am safe
Finally.
By Kari Woiden