(This is a poem is about the difficulty of adult female friendships. All the objects in it are real people. It probably won’t mean anything to you, but it was very cathartic to write.)
Along came a candle
Or it might have been a sparkler,
And looked for a time in a mirror.
With a sparkle and a crackle,
She was pretty as can be
And longing then to celebrate,
Said, “Celebrate with me!”
But the brightness and the sparkle, No the mirror couldn’t keep
All hours of the day without a strong desire to sleep.
Along came a rolling ball,
It might have been a bowling ball,
And looked for a time in the mirror.
With a glitter and a swirl,
She was pretty as can be,
Emblem of the social,
She said, “Sing and dance with me!”
But the power of the bowling ball was much too loud and strong,
When a bowler hits a mirror, you can picture what goes wrong.
Then came another mirror
No, it might have been a woman
Who came face to face with the mirror.
Dodging and hiding,
Though beautiful was she,
She could not abide the mirror,
Which, as you know, was me
So with a rock of decent size and with a swift and aimed pass
She hurled it at her own face, to the sound of shattering glass
And I, who knew my value, saw me broken on the floor,
And I wept and wept. And wept, friend.
As I’ve never wept before.