#WritcoPoemPrompt97
Standing at the edge of reality and disbelief,
I stare into a the waters murky depth
Seeing not the future but my torn past
I peer into my uncharted paths

With each ripple, a broken soul shivers deep,
the breeze wrapping me into a strained cocoon
Rehashing the mistakes and misery
that made a small girl grow too soon

Feelings and...