Silhouette’s message


A silhouette remains

Of a bygone era

A woman used, scorned

Never loved, wanted.


The silhouette is dark, black

No light can splinter

To reveal its horror

Or its shame.


The silhouette reminds,

Like a wound, a scar

Lest she be tempted

To dwell there again.


The silhouette prods,

Begs for her to move

Beyond the fantasy

To see the reality.


The silhouette’s a sliver

Of who she is now.

Better, wiser, prouder

Not trapped but free.


*Disclaimer: I still don’t understand poetry. I don’t really write poetry, but it appears that I am ambling into it 🙂


Photo by Chad Madden on Unsplash

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