Confessions of a poetess: An address to the mirror
Dear Love,
As the son melts away yesterday
you melt away the pains of yester-year.
You are my dawn
And in your eyes I find refuge
from the ruins of empires built on sand
The tide has yet to come
And too weak am I to sort through the rubble
Rubble with tattered pieces of me infused in the catastrophe.
But weary soldiers find enemies in friends
Am I just as mistaken?
Has the emptiness of fallen fortresses
Rendered me incapable of seeing night from day?
Are you the knight I seek
or Knight I have created?
Are you the love I seek
or the love I have created?
Forlorn am I
Searching for the light of day
to illuminate new beginnings
And with the melting of the dew
So melts my guarding walls
Opening the ruins of my abyss
to judgement, scrutiny, pruning, and rebuilding
The latter I pray
A captive of my own fallacies
My destruction the result
Are you the desires that I have sought?
Or the mirrored projection of eyes that are wrought?
-Anastasia










