The Other Side

Forlorn, she stands behind

cracked pane of glass.

Glass stares back

with soulful eyes -

broken reflection

sealed in ice.

Secrets hidden within,

she can’t recall.

Glass slashes her hand

plunging through

struggling valiantly

to find her truth.

For minutes, the night

has no sound as she

gasps in gulps

of dead skin flaking

onto frayed edges

on the other side.

Swept away by

splintered glass,

drops of sadness

cascade

in river of tears.

She envisions hundreds

of souls straining

to come through

the windowpane.

But she was her

own reality –

No one was

on the

OTHER SIDE.