Poems from Mary R.
faces
reflected in mirrors,
surrounded by infinity.
stars fade.
all is night.
through this shadow,
piercing, shafts of light
illuminate...
sometimes
in those thousand single moments,
beauty collides with fate
in delicate injustice-
painful regulation,
and the absurdly...
how do you reach the end of your life
with no regret?
i was told once it would be impossible,
that all lives decay into might-have-beens....
"it's just a phase," they told me.
can phases kill you?
"it's just high scool," they told me.
it's loneliness, it's hell, it's almost...
does it seem strange to anyone else
that if you are a woman in this church,
you must break into a million pieces
just to be considered...