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