Pained Reality©
I caught myself in the mirror, totally unaware
yet I hardly recognized this stranger staring back at me
In a glimpse showed I was in desperate need of repair
But my deeply installed manners say, don’t judge what I see.
Maybe if I blink, her image will vanish until tomorrow
And with that brief reprieve, that which struck her core
Will be undone and free her from such horrific sorrow.
And once again, there will be the woman impossible to ignore.
This Ellegy discusses what it’s like being unable to grieve
lyncrain 
Deeply moving, Lyn. Grief unexpressed is still grief present, and all the more painful for that lack of expression. And yes, it changes us.
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Thank you for blessing my feed with this beautiful creation 💫✨
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Another beautiful and moving response, thank you so much Lyn. Sometimes we can’t express grief but it expresses itself in our appearance, we can’t hide it. I hope this writing helps you to express some of that grief and gives you some release.
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Congratulations Lyn and thank you for both of your entries: https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/08/25/eif-poetry-challenge-4-the-results/
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