How strange this peace
that carries your shadow
like a flame trapped in glass
I loved you fiercely
even though I saw
through your lies
I watched them bloom
my delicate petals of pain
memories of joy
memories of despair
my fragile contradictions
that even my own heart
could never understand
I struggle in silence
rewriting the past
where the ghost of you
still haunts me
now wearing
a different mask
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 