Cracked Mirror

An ageless beauty
Staring into a cracked mirror
Every day a reminder of a youth gone by
The lines etched into her skin
Battle scars of a life lived
Memories surround
The only reminders of what could’ve been
Had one choice been different
But, alas
The past can’t be manipulated
Repercussions left as a remnant
One piece of a broken heart
Of the woman who stares back

© Kristen Ricketts

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Haunted Melody

The percussive sounds steamed though the speakers
The haunting melody taking me back
Back to a time that was not easily remembered
Characterized by pain and sorrow
It had taken a long time to forget
But now the memories streamed forth with such fervor
A remembrance of which could be my downfall
I struggle against them
Determined not to let myself be taken back
To the void

 

©Kristen Ricketts

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/percussive/

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The Edge of Forever

Standing on the edge
The rocks below jutting out into the murky water
The smell of the salt water permeating my senses
Wind carries the cool mist well above the water
Coming to rest against my skin like a gentle caress
Not knowing what the future holds, I gaze out at the endless ocean
A cascade of waves and dreams that will never come to fruition
Standing at the edge of forever, I ponder what will come
Where will this life take me
I fall

© Kristen Ricketts

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Struggle

A state of endless darkness
Every day a constant struggle against the inky black
Light always just out of reach
Teetering on the edge
So close that you can feel yourself falling
The unknown calls relentlessly
Giving in to an end
To free yourself from all the pain and self doubt

 

©Kristen Ricketts

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/black/

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Night Awakens

Every night I dream of us dancing under the moon, the stars twinkling against the sable sky. A cool breeze lingers on our skin, giving relief from the hot summer air. Our song, the rhythmic cadences of the crickets. As we sway, the night comes alive and I feel whole again as beauty fills our meeting place. For just a few hours before daybreak we can be together again.

© Kristen Ricketts
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dancing/

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