The Light Switch
The edges slowly peel away,
revealing a softness, warm and fragile.
Tender pink flesh, plump and hopeful,
almost form the creases of a smile.

Peering in through the looking glass,
it's clear that something here is broken.
An echo drifting in the wind
of words deeply felt but left unspoken.

Rolling down her cheek,
a sadness leaves a trail across her face.
It drips quietly from her chin
to find its final resting place.

Each breath she draws is heavy,
a weight that can't be quickly lifted.
Another her might have let it go,
but this one's rather gifted.

She's studied it so intensely
that the cracks have begun to show.
But the more she tries to fill the holes,
the more they stretch and grow.

If the road she travels only moves in circles,
how far will she eventually get?
Round
 and round
  and round she goes,
on a route that was long ago set.

She crosses the same streets time and again,
passing old familiar shadows lurking.
Not brave enough to switch on the light just yet;
why fix what's still working?