Walk of Life

She walks through the door to her own living Hell,
her life,
with shattered mirrors all around
and broken pieces covering her path to the exit.

One, two, three, four.
Every step causes searing pains in her feet.
Five, six, seven, eight.
She tries to ignore the truth in each downward glance.

It's the walk of life
and tears form with her every look into the broken shards
that now lay behind her.
Reflections of those from her past,
those who have walked away,
gaze up with her blood covering their shiny complexions.

One, two, three, four.
Every step causes searing pains in her feet.
Five, six, seven, eight.
She tries to ignore the truth in each downward glance.

She turns around and faces forward
with the long hall and gleaming pieces of mirror gaping at her.
Every forward step brings her new pain and new faces
and her tears start falling uncontrollably.

One, two, three, four.
Every step causes searing pains in her feet.
Five, six, seven, eight.
She tries to ignore the truth in each downward glance.

It's the walk of life
and tears form with her every look into the broken glass
that lays ahead of her.
Reflections of those who will lay in her past,
those who will walk away from her,
gaze up at her face,
not knowing her blood will taint their shiny complexions with her pain.