The Mirror Cracked


Temerity, hide not your face
Behind the shredded skirts of my compassion.
You thief in the night,
You steal the bravado
You no longer can generate out of disregard.
Heedlessly, you direct the actions of others
Like marionettes on silken threads
Silvered like piano wire.
And soullessly, you abandon them
When you are called upon
To feel
Anything.
Hide not your face in me.

Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

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  1. Nicely done Audrey.

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  2. Cleverly thought through... The image of the marionettes on silvered wires created so well the feeling of fragility

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  4. "Hide not your face in me" ... 'lest I become like one of these.'
    Very nice, Audrey, you have put a lesson in here. A scolding too.
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  5. Oh my, this is a real punch,
    "And soullessly, you abandon them
    When you are called upon
    To feel
    Anything."
    Wow!

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  6. This is an accurate description of so many things. The words made me feel something.

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  7. I love the ideas and the puppet strings~
    You captured so many unique thoughts!
    Wonderful~

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  8. I especially like "behind the shredded skirts of my compassion". A strong write, and while I dont know the back-story, the tone and mood come across successfully.

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  9. Enough is enough! Just reading it made me feel stronger.

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