Stolen
Dark shadows dance upon the gray walls like a delicate ballerina in a mirror.
Matching shapes and lines with scars and freckles, I watch the shadows falter,
Fade, trickling down those gray walls, losing their grip upon reality slowly.
Where is that beautiful, delicate ballerina dancing in the mirror?
(She died, long ago with my innocence
Gone, stolen by scissors and lies).















Comments
It is obvious why so many writers write about coming of age and loss of innocence because it the biggest change that all of us go through, this is where your world view changes from an imaginary world to seeing the reality of a brutal world that has been hidden from you. This is a great use of words which is what I expect from you but it also does a great job in describing what many people go through with not using many words, I know I can relate even though I was never a ballerina
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alyssa-anne
and this was the best comment you got for this poem
it was nice thank you
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alyssa-anne
so i should attempt to comment on your writing in the future ?
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alyssa-anne
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alyssa-anne
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