Blood on Stone

When I look in the mirror
Are you etched on my face?
If I look closely at my reflection –
will you be staring straight back?
Our eyes locked across time and space.
A game of stares –
stacked in your favour.

How much of who I am
is who you were too?
Are you lying in wait?
In ten years time –
– will you raise your head?

The ache in my back –
– Is that you?

I know nothing about who you were
Are we walking shoulder to shoulder?
How many of my mannerisms
– are distorted echoes –
– bouncing from generation
– to generation?

The connection – for me – will be broken
I choose to stifle the echoes.
Part of me lives on in my Sisters –
a tolling bell.
To ensure your kindness –
I bestow upon you that which I value.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.
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