The Morning I Left
 

Hurtful tears slide down my flushed cheeks
I scan the room for anything thats mine
Another sob threatens to tear loose.
I pull my hand over my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut
You're still asleep, for now you're at peace.
But I know too well the turmoil you, as I, will go through.
I turn around and close the door behind me
All my bags ready by the door.
There's still steam on the mirror, and I wipe it away
I look at my reddened eyes and try to see myself
I search but I'm not there
I can't be the woman standing there looking at this girl
She's so hurt and doubtful
I have ot be stronger than her.
I have to be.
I have no choice and glance at my watch
Its time for you to get up
I close the door.

By Lisa "Tressie" Stevens
February 20, 1999

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