Misplaced Laughter and Broken Dreams
After a night of fighting demons
she awakens to a lonesome world of
misplaced laughter and broken dreams.
A melancholy stranger who has forgotten
how to live occupies her fractured mirror,
an unwanted spirit in a reoccurring theme.
She inhales oxygen and exhales pain as she
lives her lonely life with a nostalgic longing
to rediscover the happy girl she used to be.
Image credit: The photo was a contribution by my dear friend Nandita Manan Yata. She is a masterful writer, poetess, and philosopher. She has a PhD in Japanese studies and is proficient in six languages. I can go on and on about her wonderful talents, but I will just add this; Nandita is the best friend a person could ever have.
Formerly posting at the blog named Manan Unleashed, she now blogs on a delightful page called A Tangle Of Weeds. Should you want to read Nandita’s poetry you can find her here:
(Yes, I have unsuccessfully tried to untangle her weeds).