The Other Side of Faith

The sorrow flickers in her eyes;

reflects back at me.

Desolation.

 

Her face, cornered by fear;

stares back at me,

steady.

engulfed

only by her thoughts; yet

her figure Trembles as it moves

through the light.

 

she wastes away:  

Fantasies of makeshift days that

crawl to an end

Morph into Despair.

she is Hopeless to the eyes

of the unkind.

 

the lives of so many

Claim to beat to the same

Selfless desires; yet,

They Refuse

to look past

the mirror reflecting

the Emptiness she feels.