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Walking Blind by Rebecca Perkins

Rebecca Perkins

Walking Blind

I journey down these streets,
eyes shut tight to all I know.
Although I cannot see at all,
I find my way down every road.
Each twist and turn familiar
as an everyday routine.
I am guided by the hope
that paints out every scene.
There are bridges to be crossed
that lead to places left unknown,
and despite my hindered sight
my imagination flows.
In my mind I picture change.
I see hope and faith revived.
Overcome with such emotion,
I finally feel alive.
I keep walking down the asphalt,
still blind to what’s ahead.
Yet I’ve never seen such beauty,
be it only in my head.

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Broken Love by Rebecca Perkins

Rebecca Perkins

Broken Love

Your presence is no more,
Yet still you trespass on my heart.
You tread across each chamber,
Breaking my wounded soul apart.
My love for you is bruised,
A tender black and blue;
And now it bleeds a steady flow,
As I forget all I thought I knew.
Your absence stings like needles,
A series of sutures aimed to heal.
My thoughts of you and me are bandaged.
I lay numb and cannot feel.
Weeks pass as I recover,
And my wounds fade into scars.
Yet still I’m a prisoner of our love,
A cellmate trapped behind steel bars.
My only option of escape
Is to give love a second chance,
To garner up the strength,
To keep moving at life’s dance.
Though hurt I am and missed you are,
I am not giving in.
Although I may feel broken now,
I’ve learned life’s quitters never win.

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The Scale by Rebecca Perkins

Rebecca Perkins

The Scale

The silence of your presence and the stillness of calm whisper to your dreams, asking of your presence in another vapid day. Clenched fists rub sleep’s remnants from your eyes while you stagger from the safety of warmth and heavy coverings. You recoil at the cold bathroom tile that touches your skin and make your way to the being of what will determine—worthless or worthy. Eyes averted from the mirror, your shaking hands grip the smoothness of the sink’s outer realm. Exhale, and step slowly into the judging of your essence. The numbers flicker back and forth, inching up and down, up, down, then finally down. You tremble, then finally open your eyes and stare at the garish red numbers displaying your fate – will you eat today or not? Despite its decline from yesterday, it is not enough. Your heart sinks, tears slip from tearing eyes, and you know deep down that it will never be.